Live From the P.J.`s

[sample]<br>One two, one two, one two, one two<br>So you wanna start up, what we gonna tear shit up?<br>I said let the turntables talk for me at first<br>And then I should finish the rest<br><br>[Hook 2X: Ghostface Killah]<br>Theodore Deini, Deini, Deini, Deini (say what)<br>Theodore Deini, Deini, Deini, Deini (say what)<br>Theodore Deini, Deini, Deini, Deini (say what)<br>Deeeeeeeeeeeeeee<br><br>[Intro: Ghostface Killah]<br>Aiyo, what up? Aiyo, what`s poppin` and shit<br>Yo, this your man, Ghost Deini and shit, Trife Diesel on the side<br>Money Come First, Theodore Unit, aiyo, son blind these niggaz<br>Throw bleachin`<br><br>[Trife Da God]<br>Aiyo, aiyo, what`s poppin` out in Stapleton Park, hoppin` the V`s<br>Call Ghost, special invited host, bring through the seeds<br>Sun beamin` like a hundred degrees, yo Tone!<br>Hurry up, get your ass in the truck, it`s time to leave<br><br>[Ghostface Killah]<br>Hold on, I gotta polish my ring, throw on my Clarks<br>And you know, I can`t iron man garments, without the stars, just<br>Double park, give me ten minutes or less<br>I overslept, my bitch left, and my crib is a mess<br><br>*scratches and talk*<br>"If you not down, you not an M.C. or a D.J., off the stage"<br><br>[Trife Da God]<br>It`s the Theodore event, so they blocked off the streets<br>And we came here to chill, but the cops wanna beef<br>Little kids, shootin` hoops on the court, playin` horse<br>All the young bucks, rocking new gear, try`nna floss<br><br>[Ghostface Killah]<br>Say no more, let`s motivate Trife, throw on your poker face<br>Spin around the block one time, so we can spoke the place<br>Yeah, it`s lookin` lavish, and the scene looks wonderful<br>Pockets full of trees, and my shit look colorful<br><br>[Trife Da God]<br>We got the X-Men spinnin`, on the one`s and two`s<br>No drugs, no violence, leave home the guns and tools<br>And the grill`s just cookin` up chicken and steak<br>And greedy ass Uncle Ronnie, yo, he lickin` the plate<br><br>[Interlude: ?]<br>Ladies and gentlemen, we got Black Thought in the house tonight<br>Yo, he just came from off tour, and I think he wanna spit something, yo!<br><br>[Black Thought]<br>Yo, we X-Ecute `em, with the rapid fire, pealin` your face off<br>Sprayin` up the party, from the ceiling with napalm<br>Shots follow the target, I ain`t gon chase ya`ll<br>Swinging aluminum bats, that`s not for baseball<br>It`s humor, the way ya`ll makin` me laugh<br>I`m like a, natural born hustler, gotta get that cash<br>The way a natural born, freak, gotta shake that ass<br>And anybody wanna eat, gotta break that fast<br>A million crabs in a barrel, try`nna make they splash<br>Break away fast, nice brother`s finish in last<br>It don`t, matter the speakers, or the hammers can blast<br>To handle your ass, frontin`, I`mma take your stash<br>And twist it, and bake the whole, projects biscuits<br>This kid is a trendsetter, ya`ll just misfits<br>Black Thought, I`ve been better, ya`ll just forgettin` shit<br>Now it`s a life or death predicament<br>I step in with a vendetta, then start spittin` shit<br>Then spit game, that`s ridiculous, ya`ll muthafuckas insignificant<br>I`m three fifty seven, magnificent<br>Stay playin`, where them bad bitches is, you feelin` tonight<br>You know they feelin`, let the semi automatic bend<br>They fend to have `em in the ghetto, goin` at it, man<br>They bring it to your block, have it like Pakistan<br>Philly boys bringin` noise, makin` wild static, then<br>We trick cops, even jump out vans, and leave you<br>Sprayed out, stiffer than a mannequin stance<br>You get, laid out, clapped with mechanical hands<br>That kick back, cuz, you and your mans`ll get zapped<br>Just keep, thinkin` my peoples, and peoples`ll toy with<br>A cold blooded kill shit, and keep on doin` it<br>Cuz that`s my pleasure, that`s the people`s enjoyment<br>Gangsta`s holla at me, if you seekin` employment