Man Up Ghostface Killah and Trife da God (Ft. Solomon Childs & Sun God)
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[Intro: Ghostface Killah & Trife Diesel]
Where the DJs at?
Yeah
That's right, what's the deal y'all?
Theodore, nigga
Theodore's in the building, Staten Island stand up
That's right, Gatten Island
Word up
I'm like Ray Charles, nigga
Pay me my motherfuckin' bread in singles
That's what I'm try'nna tell ya'll, it's real
Heard me?
Big Tone Starks in the building, y'all, come on
[Hook: Trife Diesel & (Solomon Childs)]
(Man up) Somebody gon' get laid down
(Man up) Whether music or four pounds
(Man up) Ain't no need to know me well
We can get the drama popping, homey, I won't tell
(Man up) Somebody gon' get laid down
(Man up) Whether music or four pounds
(Man up) Ain't no need to know me well
We can get the drama popping, homey, I won't tell
[Verse 1: Trife Diesel]
This is my year, eating like a baby in a high chair
Fly gear, versace eye wear, we the pioneers
I fuck bitches sipping on dry beer
Only rock Timbs and Air Forces, yo, oc', give me like 5 years
Fresh out the box with it, Chicago Sox fitted
Uh, if the product is banging, first hit the block with it
Set the drug charges and my criminal formula
O-5 black suburban straight from General Motors
Walk through give the niggas the shoulder
Just fucked this bitch on the sofa
Twisted the chocha, me'll flip on the culture
Had the bird niggas shittin' in peels, clippin' your tail
Let the four-five kiss ya, as I'm liftin' your bail
Put a hundred wolves on you, have them pick up the trail
While I'm in the honeycomb, weighing bricks on the scale
Sippin' old M.A., me and my proteges
'Cause even on the coldest day
Your boy still shine, giving off solar rays
Where the DJs at?
Yeah
That's right, what's the deal y'all?
Theodore, nigga
Theodore's in the building, Staten Island stand up
That's right, Gatten Island
Word up
I'm like Ray Charles, nigga
Pay me my motherfuckin' bread in singles
That's what I'm try'nna tell ya'll, it's real
Heard me?
Big Tone Starks in the building, y'all, come on
[Hook: Trife Diesel & (Solomon Childs)]
(Man up) Somebody gon' get laid down
(Man up) Whether music or four pounds
(Man up) Ain't no need to know me well
We can get the drama popping, homey, I won't tell
(Man up) Somebody gon' get laid down
(Man up) Whether music or four pounds
(Man up) Ain't no need to know me well
We can get the drama popping, homey, I won't tell
[Verse 1: Trife Diesel]
This is my year, eating like a baby in a high chair
Fly gear, versace eye wear, we the pioneers
I fuck bitches sipping on dry beer
Only rock Timbs and Air Forces, yo, oc', give me like 5 years
Fresh out the box with it, Chicago Sox fitted
Uh, if the product is banging, first hit the block with it
Set the drug charges and my criminal formula
O-5 black suburban straight from General Motors
Walk through give the niggas the shoulder
Just fucked this bitch on the sofa
Twisted the chocha, me'll flip on the culture
Had the bird niggas shittin' in peels, clippin' your tail
Let the four-five kiss ya, as I'm liftin' your bail
Put a hundred wolves on you, have them pick up the trail
While I'm in the honeycomb, weighing bricks on the scale
Sippin' old M.A., me and my proteges
'Cause even on the coldest day
Your boy still shine, giving off solar rays
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