Metal Lungies

What these clown niggas hollerin'?

What they need to be hollerin' is, "There go Theodore!"

Put the ball down, we can't score

They piss hit the backboard, play Queens outta whack broads

You see us comin', fuck that fam' shit, just pass off ya bitch

Cristal Dana Dane's wrapped around ya neck

Lookin' rich, baow, you fucked up now

See my gun nigga, this baby got stuck uptown

Shot it out, made it home safe with the purple pounds

My buddy, keep my gun right next to my tummy

Ask the clip, yo they spit metal lungies

Detach wigs, kill flunkies on contact, son see

Didn't mommy tell y'all niggas to wear clean undies?

See y'all should've listened to her

She knew her son had a big mouth and someday death would occur

Please for Ms. Gail's sake, and the seeds

Past and Freddie ain't fuckin' around, they knocked him a weave

Uh oh, word up, it's them

What you talkin' 'bout baby?

Real kids spit that shit

Let's go, let's go, yo

Me and Starks clear out project parks

On our '93 shit, army coat green and light tan clarks

Niggas think I'm lucky, bitches wanna fuck me

And put me in the tub with 'em like I'm a rubber ducky

I got a revolver and a pump about the size of Chucky

I remember faces easy as a tie my laces

And put the metal in ya mouth like you was rockin' braces

I spit a iron lungie, I'm old school like the iron monkey

My shit powerful enough to lift a fuckin' donkey

I got heavy chrome, niggas don't care if you live or die

They happier than Marbury home

Y'all niggas better kill me, my street niggas feel me

Louch gotta eat, ends gotta meet

The hard shit you kickin' 'bout is R&B as Tweet

This is Theodore, D-Block the year, dog

The sunroof open with the .44, niggas like

Uh oh, word up, it's them

What you talkin' 'bout baby?

Real kids spit that shit

Yeah, nigga this is Ghost with Ghostface

I don't sell millions, but I get

Millions from the fiends that smoke base

Somebody leavin' out with a poke face

So when we burn him and kick his teeth out, so we don't catch no case

I'mma make it look like he smoke base, so we don't leave no trace

These rap niggas swear that they so safe

I don't wanna talk to you homes, I don't communicate

My guns be in my hand more than my comb

And I can dial yo' number

Knock the smile off yo' face with the HK 9 out the all black Hummer

Metal lungies'll spit the grungiest shit, hungriest shit

Seventeen dummies a clip, tell them rap niggas to suck my dick

Fuck the industry, if shit shut down I'll still bust my shit

I got some hustlin' ass niggas that'll pump my bricks

And some dusthead niggas that'll dump my clips, what?

Uh oh, word up, it's them

What you talkin' 'bout baby?

Real kids spit that shit