Late Night Arrival Ghostface Killah and Trife da God (Ft. Shawn Wigs & Solomon Childs)

[Verse 1: Wigs]
Yeah, son, it's the Einstein Theodore theory, street philosophy
Step foot on our block, there's no way possibly
Guns too big for you, to ever try stoppin' me
Talk out your mouth, you better speak properly

[Verse 2: Trife Da God]
Aiyo, first of all, you ain't even worth the brawl
And my fifth, call it the gift, when I curse you all
See I'm a soldier, look at my ranks
On the block, we got that water bubblin', like we cookin' up franks
This is Trife Diesel, get familiar with the name
I'm here to stay for a while, so instil it in your brain
My guerrillas'll bang, we are the Planet of the Apes
Clips as long as bananas, throw them hammers in your face

[Verse 3: Solomon Childs]
From the land of the pushers, hustlers and handlers
With military, heavyweight standers
Cameras on the cannons, move amongst hoes and gamblers
Empties on my project balconies (yeah)
My guns vow for me, my bitch count for me (word)
I'm royalty, motherfucker gon' bow to me
20-04, vampires that'll rip off your neck
And eat your garlic, murder, from New York to Charlotte
It'll beat a nigga down like Sonny Carlton, when he ran through a gauntlet