Yeah, ya'll (uh-huh) I would like to make a little announcement (whooo)
Knowwhatimsayin'? We got Theodore in the building (ya'll get ready)

Straight up and down (yeah) First up to bat (enjoy your classic)
Introducing (yeah) the one and only (whooo)
The magnificent (you know who it is)

Trife Diesel, ^!$$% (yeah, come on) yo



Aiyo, I'm sort of like a water pipe, I'm ready to blow
In a pair of three-fourth quarter Nike's, the color of snow
Listen here, sun, duel with my goons'll run through ya

For a little bit of change and exchange for some buddha
Heat movers, and they barely speak like preschoolers
And they hug the block all day, with them C-Rulers

Young ^!$$%s, ready and willing to clack them thangs
Straight out the nest, they just learned how to flap they wings
Now, all you ^!$$%s better pause for a sec

Know your claws run eject, when Theodore's on the set
Trife Da God, but for now on, just call me the barber
Cuz my hands they go to work like Antonio Tarber

$#&@ shakin', my word got the fiends vibratin'
I ain't playin' fair this year, ^!$$%s is violatin'
I'm about to spaz out and start passin' out citations

Cuz ^!$$%s left the hood for good, now they high maintenance
You ain't gotta know the name of my band, but this flame in my hand'll
Put a quick somethin', change through your plans

Snatch you off stage, while you entertainin' the fans
And I don't show favoritism, do the same to your man, what



These ^!$$%s frontin' on wax
Don't make me push your %#@! back

In the hoods, ya'll don't pump like that
You'll get your %#@! pushed right back



You know the kid got his weight up, now I'm tippin' the scale
I gotta eat, and my appetite is large as a whale

Got little ^!$$%s talkin' big %#@!, knowin' they frail
$#&@ the rest, we the most, fresh ^!$$%s and steal
And I'm about to ring a lot of your bells, I'm at your doorstep

Grippin' the iron, bullets flyin' outta them shells
You think I'm lion, then ya'll ^!$$%s is gazelles
And I talkin' bout glasses, son, I'm on your $$#es

Put a hole in the back of your neck, right where your tag is
Slabs is like luggage, look how heavy my bags is
The ave, I'mma flood it, it's my time to cash in

Money good for the gettin', targets good for the hittin'
Blaow, me and Trife in the kitchen, cuttin' the mixing style
And no compares, to nothing, that ain't offici-al

Kryme, I got my stamp on it, got you amped on it
And I know what's gonna go, soon as I put my hands on it
None of ya'll mans want it, whether we on the corners

Or performin', battlin' with mics or straight warrin'



Whoooo... ahhh.. S. Child, Theodore Unit
The movie, you mutha$#&@a