Yeah, what`s happpening New York City?
It`s ya boy Ghost in the muthaf**kin` house tonight
NahwhatImean? We about to get it popping, let`s go!
Yo yo

Tell your crew to be easy, ni**az 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, ni**a, 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 s**t, and the bottle ain`t Crys`, son
You turned your muthaf**kin` head, ni**a, 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 s**t without that liquor, yup
We mind seat up, so take our picture
I`m like the boogeyman, ni**a, I`ll get ya
Whether now or later, afterlife, or switcher

Yeah, oh s**t, aiyo Tone hurry up and get `em, ni**a
You knowhatImean, it`s about to pop off
Ya`ll ni**az clear the f**king floor
Get the f**k out the way, come on

Tell your crew to be easy, ni**az 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
Ni**az 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 ni**az 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 s**t
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 ni**a!
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, ni**az 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, s**t, 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 s**t? YouknowhatImean?
You really run New York
This is that Theodore s**t, muthaf**ker