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THEODORE UNIT lyrics : "Work"


Yeah, you know
^!$$%z keep talkin' bout

Theodore this, and Theodore that
^!$$%z need to stop worryin' about the Theodore
Worry about your mutha$#&@in' self



From the door, you gotta put in that work

Rep your work, move that work
Apply that work, kill or get hurt
Eastside, hear the adrenaline, dirty



Money make the world go round

Here, mutha$#&@as can't $#&@ with me, pound for pound
We only got one life to live, so I need a gangsta (*##$
A ratchet with a big kick, captain of my own ship

Cuz fake ^!$$%z dream too much
And talk too much %#@!, do it sound like I'm playin'
With you mutha$#&@as, go 'head, me squeeze like Smucker's

This ain't a gimmick, for me to get on
Do an R&B remix with P. Diddy and R. Kelly
I don't know those mutha$#&@as

You see me in the club, high poster
Never who that, see me on the block with the roaster
Never who that, see me in somethin' pretty and big with the chauffeur

Never who that, model type, tipsy on the side of the coaster

Uptowns, white on white, valor suits, the color of _mocha

Upstate New York, ran with the trademark, the kid poker
I ain't talkin' bout a card game, talkin' bout blood on your face frame






You (*##$ $$# ^!$$%z, you $$# cheeks, and it reeks
Like the smell of dead Mafia, at the bottom of creeks
Mahonda speaks, that the true Messiah is speaked

This the first year of the future, walk with me, little ^!$$%
Order to my people, people to my order
And pull myself together with the thought of a flat five

For manslaughter, I'm prepared to lead nations
From Muslims, to Bloods, to Masons
Music to guide killas through out dreams

Of self destruction, 20-05 eruption
Get the drop on, who cousin? I believe in guns hustling
Blood in your mouth, mumbling

Misinformation is the height of ignorance
That invites disaster and suffering
To blow a whole through the fader

Theodore Unit AKA the Al Qadea






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