(feat. Solomon Childs)

[Intro: movie sample]
Though we stand in the shadow of death
The lord is our God

[Hook: Ghostface Killah]
It's so much that I take the streets back so fast
Everybody thinkin' it's not gon' last
I, got bad news, bad news, brot'man and I'm gon' stay alive
I think you want my bitches, I envy I owe n***as
I'm gonna reach the sky, get on some food and we ain't gon' stop now

[Ghostface Killah]
I'm like them '86 Brooklyn n***as
Fuck if I cook coke with n***as
Operate over snow, and I brought cold techs for bitches
Drapped out in them goose lick bitches
You fuck around and get your whole crew shot at, blaow
Dare you to pop back, under cars, cryin'
Tryin' to come up out that
Eric B. when I cut, twenty three's on a truck
Like a dust joint, I'll have your whole hood stuck
This is Ghost murder, we movin' like NARCs with gold carts
Throwin' Sports Illustrated darts and watch
Get the blade whip money, fuck your fame to part
The part when you see Starks, duck low
Fuck up a rapper on the regular
Blow his fuckin' arms off his cellular
This is Don Mattengly, Don Bailer, Don King or don anything
A monster, silver back gorilla, pa
Though I sleep outside the bing
[Chorus: Solomon Childs]
Introducing Staten Island
New York, New York, the Theodore Unit (It's yourz)
And we bringin' back the Twin Towers
We military, puttin' control on you cowards (It's yourz)
Introducing Staten Island
New York, New York, told me show 'em how the n***as shine (It's yourz)
This for the holes in my momma's sock
The scene's marked, got them six in a pack for 3.99 (It's yourz)

[Ghostface Killah]
Bulletproof goose pillows
I'm still alive since the last time I left
Tephlon pajama set, truck armor neck neck arm weigh your head
Move a A-Bomb, get drunk and paint the whole town red
Fuck a 5-0, hydro and perfume bottles
Blow a hole through an avocado, blitz murder Verrazano
Wish that I became a leader, the day this old school n***a
Placed a burner in my hand, 'cause I was very eager
Big stories to tell, jail house, rock that Supreme Clientele
Bricks we buy and sell, we made it, it's on, when fam post bail
When they ran up in, near the house, Pops went through hell
2 O'Clock, the Apollo on, no socks, wallo's on
Eatin' olives with Vodka, lampin' on plush sofas
Big trophies on my wall, double X Moses, Ghost is
M.C. Ultra, you be suprised by the size of my hostler, bitch
The reason why I be dissin' y'all n***as is cause y'all 0 for 6
You hero head muthafuckas, I'll expose you quick
Fuck around and get your waffle split
Y'all morocco when I cock let the Glock go, got those bridge
Feelin' like a bad parent when I dropped those kids
Body up your fuckin' man just like the Narco's did
[Chorus]
[Outro: Ghostface Killah (Solomon Childs)]
Yeah, yeah, like I told you (for real man)
Muthafuckas, you need man (tired of n***as tellin' n***as)
Fuck that, it's Theodore (n***as talkin' all flagrant)
(y'all n***as is fuckin' up, son)
Let me say somethin', let me say somethin' one time (go head)
I'mma bust one of these n***as wigs off 'em one time
My banger too big and been starvin' for one of these little punk ass n***as
(Yo these n***as like bad children)
I'mma start sendin' y'all n***as to the storm
(Where we from, y'all n***as don't know, fuck the rappers, God)
Y'all n***as whole style is chunky, straight up and down
We them '88 bankies, man, on the real man
(y'all n***as just war story n***as)
I'll smack you off stage while you on man
(Slap the shit out of one of y'all n***as)
Spit in your girl's mouth, bitch (Shaolin, I fuck the bitch up)
I wanna bite this fuckin' mic, right now (I'm tellin' you...)