Pass the Mic Theodore Unit (Ft. Cappadonna, Du-Lilz, Ghostface Killah, Shawn Wigs, Solomon Ray & Trife Diesel)
[Intro: Du-Lilz]
Ya'll muthafuckas know who this be
It's Theodore, yo, let me hear somethin' my nigga
Let me hear something
[Verse 1: Shawn Wigs]
We the champion, we spit like, top of the line
Hold weight while you still push nickel and dimes
And my shine hold my stones than your local jeweler
More ice than a picnic cooler, Slick Wigs the Ruler
Round the raincoat, stash my gat in the car wash
How I got such a smooth flow, but I spit too harsh
Butter nut squash leather, big face cheddar
Don't fuck with no groupie, hid in a high school sweater
We rope rats, roll money stuffed in stacks
Rock show after show, and don't claim no tax
Got custom deep pockets and my pimpin' slacks
And my tephlon shirt, in case they got gats
[Interlude: Trife Da God & Solomon Childs]
Yo Wigs, this is Theodore, you know how we rock it
Trife Da God, show these niggas why they ain't poppin'
[Verse 2: Trife Da God]
I'm not enthused, by these rap dudes
All in they videos, posin' half nude, with all of them tattoos
Til I blacken they eyes and have them lookin' like raccoon
Now they stuck tail, stuffed in they ass like a baboon
I do you dirty like a table chop, and the blocks on fire
These niggas be rockin' more wires than a cable box
Hit you with a fatal shot, lay you to rest
Get your cradle rocked, my two Glocks aimed to your chest
They say it's deep, and never lose his stripes
Well put his ass in a cage with this lion, bet he lose his life
I'm a beast like Priest Holmes, keep spittin' them weak poems
And I'mma wreck you and straight disconnect you like cheap phones
You can ride for you team and die with the marines
For tryin' to intervene, while I'mma tryin' to get this CREAM
Ya'll muthafuckas know who this be
It's Theodore, yo, let me hear somethin' my nigga
Let me hear something
[Verse 1: Shawn Wigs]
We the champion, we spit like, top of the line
Hold weight while you still push nickel and dimes
And my shine hold my stones than your local jeweler
More ice than a picnic cooler, Slick Wigs the Ruler
Round the raincoat, stash my gat in the car wash
How I got such a smooth flow, but I spit too harsh
Butter nut squash leather, big face cheddar
Don't fuck with no groupie, hid in a high school sweater
We rope rats, roll money stuffed in stacks
Rock show after show, and don't claim no tax
Got custom deep pockets and my pimpin' slacks
And my tephlon shirt, in case they got gats
[Interlude: Trife Da God & Solomon Childs]
Yo Wigs, this is Theodore, you know how we rock it
Trife Da God, show these niggas why they ain't poppin'
[Verse 2: Trife Da God]
I'm not enthused, by these rap dudes
All in they videos, posin' half nude, with all of them tattoos
Til I blacken they eyes and have them lookin' like raccoon
Now they stuck tail, stuffed in they ass like a baboon
I do you dirty like a table chop, and the blocks on fire
These niggas be rockin' more wires than a cable box
Hit you with a fatal shot, lay you to rest
Get your cradle rocked, my two Glocks aimed to your chest
They say it's deep, and never lose his stripes
Well put his ass in a cage with this lion, bet he lose his life
I'm a beast like Priest Holmes, keep spittin' them weak poems
And I'mma wreck you and straight disconnect you like cheap phones
You can ride for you team and die with the marines
For tryin' to intervene, while I'mma tryin' to get this CREAM
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