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[Intro: Solomon Childs] Yeah, you know Niggaz keep talkin' bout Theodore this, and Theodore that Niggaz need to stop worryin' about the Theodore Worry about your muthafuckin' self [Chorus: Solomon Childs] From the door, you gotta put in that work Rep your work, move that work Apply that work, kill or get hurt Eastside, hear the adrenaline, dirty [Solomon Childs] Money make the world go round Here, muthafuckas can't fuck with me, pound for pound We only got one life to live, so I need a gangsta bitch A ratchet with a big kick, captain of my own ship Cuz fake niggaz dream too much And talk too much shit, do it sound like I'm playin' With you muthafuckas, go 'head, me squeeze like Smucker's This ain't a gimmick, for me to get on Do an R&B remix with P. Diddy and R. Kelly I don't know those muthafuckas You see me in the club, high poster Never who that, see me on the block with the roaster Letras de cancionesNever who that, see me in somethin' pretty and big with the chauffeur Never who that, model type, tipsy on the side of the coaster Uptowns, white on white, valor suits, the color of _mocha Upstate New York, ran with the trademark, the kid poker I ain't talkin' bout a card game, talkin' bout blood on your face frame [Chorus] [Solomon Childs] You bitch ass niggaz, you ass cheeks, and it reeks Like the smell of dead Mafia, at the bottom of creeks Mahonda speaks, that the true Messiah is speaked This the first year of the future, walk with me, little nigga Order to my people, people to my order And pull myself together with the thought of a flat five For manslaughter, I'm prepared to lead nations From Muslims, to Bloods, to Masons Music to guide killas through out dreams Of self destruction, 20-05 eruption Get the drop on, who cousin? I believe in guns hustling Blood in your mouth, mumbling Misinformation is the height of ignorance That invites disaster and suffering To blow a whole through the fader Theodore Unit AKA the Al Qadea [Chorus] From Letras Mania