Solomon Childs

Solomon Childs - Major lyrics

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(feat. Cappadonna)



[Solomon Childs]

Paint murder like Wesley, faggots

Your war stories don't impress me, warrants

So the ratchets broke as well as the next one

Larry Davis reinacting, we puttin' them niggaz

Who be talking to killas in comas

Death is so deep, you ever see a nigga eyes rolled back

On the block til I die with that medicine

I will emerge from rap, will emerge from mines

I want niggaz to learn, they can't stand me

So I won't feel guilty when I'm receiving my Grammy's

Counting my blessings, hoping my old Earth

Make it all the way to the top, asking Alllah

Give me strength if the nines gots to pop

Them feds put a bullet in the head of my great dane

Poverty child, I feel momma's pain

Walking in my daddy's shoes of shame

Creases in my state greens, criminal lives

Police know as the nine millimeter team

And we don't smoke poofie, find us where niggaz be climaxing



[Chorus x2: Solomon Childs]

We major players, all around the board

And done bent niggaz all around the board

Headliners, kill or be killed, so you better move

When it's time to move, or get filled



[Cappadonna]

Pillage for life team, we fight schemes

Nigga fall back, Staten Island

We all black, carry a mack, motherfuckers Osama Island

Been wilding, from Murder Hill all the way to Jungle Nilz

Fuck ya'll niggaz, we gotta pay the bills

Nigga move over, two-faced rappers, all you deep throaters

Underground niggaz right here, put this in ya range rovers

Staten Island soldiers, New York City post up

Gats out the hosters, we kill our enemies

We move like centipedes, we the stampede that crush the industries

Elminated the herpes for dirt g's

The mud might leak, we throw coles on Staten Isle, don't nobody speak



[Outro: Cappadonna]

My fucking word, fucking Staten Island pitbull, niggaz

Straight up and down, snatch pocket books and all that shit

Niggaz still hungry, Osama Island

Murder Hill, Body B., nigga

Straight gangsta, for all you crack heads, and cry babies

Word up, Killa B., what up, baby?

Stab that nigga... word up... take a nigga chain

Knowhatimsayin, nigga, we try'n -- nigga, we need meals

Up in here... big bowls of fuckin' cereals, bitch
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