Artist: T.M.F.
Album:  n/a
Song:   The Chosen One
Typed by: Tha Masta

[Intro: Samples, cut and scratched]
"Theodore, nigga" - Ghost
"When we hug these mics, we get busy" - Ghost
"One, one, one-two" - Trife
"It's Trife Da God" - Trife
"Y'all niggaz know what it be" - J-Love

[Trife Da God]
Aiyo, I'm trying to get these dollars intact
I got nickel bags of weed and cigarettes for five dollars a pack
And when the D's come, you niggaz better swallow the crack
Don't play around, wash it down with a bottle of 'Gnac
Theodore, we the Harlem Globtrotters of rap
And whoever got a problem with that, we could bang out
It's like we up north, nigga, we in the same house
I teach ya brains like teens and have 'em hang out
Once I pull that flame out, that beef get to simmering
You beter haul ass and move ya feet in them Timberlands
Skip to my lou, swinging dick to ya boo
To see gorillas you ain't gotta take a trip to the zoo
Just take a ride to the Stapleton side on Staten Island
North Shore, where them guns cost more with them black talons
I don't need a reason to act violent, I'm as wild as they come
Motherfucker, I've been wild since day one

[Chorus 2X: samples]
"Thoedore, Thoedore, Theodore" - Ghost
"Staten Island stand up, New York stand up" - Ghost

[Tommy Whispers]
We getting paper, drop big bricks like skyscrappers
Nine lives, you pussy chase, son, my laser beams
Ran from ya man, how you gon' face ya team?
T.M.F., we make and take all the CREAM
218 Broad, ya regime is frauds
Pull it up in the green Accord and squeeze the four
G's galore, only puff if the trees is raw
My Timbs got scuffed, homey, I'm 'bout to lean ya jaw
Two time felon, dusty burners, we clean 'em off
And go to work on them corners like hookers in skirts
Spit a hook and a verse, yea, to make them crooks go berzerk
Wilding in the club, Staten Island in the club
Ya hurt, getting took, by some Stapleton thugs
Put cuts on them mugs, and they love to bust slugs
Magnum P.I., arrive, blasting B.I.
I'm a general, y'all Joes is some average G.I.'s

[Chorus 2X]

[Trife Da God]
Niggaz said I wouldn't get it
But now that I got it, I doubled my profit
I find it ironic I'm blowing that chronic
R. Kelly said that he was "Trapped in the Closet"
Well, I'm trapped in the projects, still jabbing them pockets
Just in the ghetto rumbling with the devil, ain't nothing promised
Niggaz'll throw the tool in ya mouth like orthodontists
You could find us on the grimiest corners, getting our gwop on
Glocks drawn, holding that butter, slinging that popcorn

[Tommy Whispers]
I'm on the verge, tipping like the Leaning Tower of Pisa
The nerve of these labels not recognizing my eager
A hungry man born in the land where no one feeds ya
Gotta get ya own, niggaz get stoned for they Adidas
This is hip hop, I manifest words, make you believe us
I got fans, original man, so call me Jesus
When I walk, they follow my sand, the children need us
T.M.F., we don't pull out fork, no one can eat us

[Chorus]