Yeah, what's happpening New York City?   It's ya boy Ghost in the muthafuckin' house tonight   NahwhatImean? We about to get it popping, let's go!   Yo yo      Tell your crew to be easy, niggaz run around   With them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay   Get word to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's   In the house, put the record on replay      Get your nose blowned off by the fifth, uh   You wanna be there, layin' all stiff, uh   Every time you go uptown, you get jipped, uh   That's karma, boy, running your lip, uh      You be fronting like you got a bunch of chicks, uh   You be at home, nigga, beating your dick, uh   I'm in the club with the chipped up wrist, uh   You at the bar, whoadie, drinkin' my piss, uh      The yellow shit, and the bottle ain't Crys', son   You turned your muthafuckin' head, nigga, we switched 'em   You just mad cause I'm hittin' your sister   You in the other room, huh, you couldn't sleep, uh      Pop a lotta shit without that liquor, yup   We mind seat up, so take our picture   I'm like the boogeyman, nigga, I'll get ya   Whether now or later, afterlife, or switcher      Yeah, oh shit, aiyo Tone hurry up and get 'em, nigga   You knowhatImean, it's about to pop off   Ya'll niggaz clear the fucking floor   Get the fuck out the way, come on      Tell your crew to be easy, niggaz run around   With them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay   Get word to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's   In the house, put the record on replay      Yo, it's Tone in the building, the teams in the building   Niggaz wanna beef, what up, what up, what up   We packed to the ceiling we constantly chilling   We can 'cause we could, we shoot, we slice, we cut      Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yeah, now   Yes, my birthday, landed in nay, now   Peace to Dirt Dog, I'm back like Deja Vu   Leave your girl around me, I will bag your boo      Ahh, you bitch niggaz better listen up   Anybody front, paramedics gonna pick 'em up   They try to save you, sware to God, I hit the nurse up   Like, "Nah, doc, he look better in a hearse truck"      I tried to ignore it, his people saw it   I ain't the type of dude you go to war with   My polo gun yo, will crack the floor shit   When the heat's on, you know I draw it   I had his number down, Toney just called it      Yo, aiyo, Pete Rock, good looking nigga!   Staten Island, yo Theodore! What's the deal   Slap me one of the ratchets, I'm about to go in, yo      Tell your crew to be easy, niggaz run around   With them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay   Get word to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's   In the house, put the record on replay      Gotta get that cheese, gotta pimp that V   Gotta burn those leaves, and uh   Pretty Tone make the girls say please   Daddy work that D, put it in and be eas' and uh      So what, come on, now some of y'all people   Might know me from my wallabies   Pretty bitches got my number, y'all can dial me   I stick it up like an iced cake robbery      And when I'm done, y'all can finger nail file me   Floss the ill robes since Criminology   Supreme Clientele, put the world on top of me   Yo babe, hurry up, with those collard greens   I represent S.I., ain't as wild as me      They lousy, I'm phat like a pound of cheeba weed brownies   Tone got the powder squeeze, don't surround me   Quick to pick a honey up, shit, the flow's Bounty   Ya'll can just crown me      Yeah, that's right   I like to thank y'all for coming out tonight   How y'all like that shit? YouknowhatImean?   You really run New York   This is that Theodore shit, muthafucker