Shawn Wigs - Late Night Arrival lyrics

[Wigs] Yeah, son, it's the Einstein Theodore theory, street philosphy 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 [Trife Da God] Aiyo, first of all, you ain't worth to 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 steel 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 [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 My guns vow for me, my b**h count for me I'm royalty, motherf**er 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 n***a down like Sonny Carlton, when he ran through a gauntlet [Ghostface k**ah] Yo, my plate never pork, I sink deep into minds where you can't talk Cough it up, b**h, I shine like Chinaware Shine like the box in the live ball player amped f** Mike Jordan, it's P-Tone in the air Pullin' over NARCs with mad coke stashed in the spare Guns and all that, the NARCs said, why you dipped in all black Said, I'm comin' from a funeral, y'all boys can fall back [Wigs] It's Wiganomics, I drop like a brick in the third And y'all fruit cake n***as think my style's absurd Only the birds I blow back, Staten Island super gat Talk is pork, I get that money then stupid stack Theodore, we state of the art, you wanna keep that Chain around your neck, you better play your part Cuz ain't a damn thing sweet, like the Wonka Factory This the Enterprise/Theodore sh**, you no match for me