Solomon Childs

Solomon Childs - The Mission lyrics

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[Intro: Solomon Childs]

Come on, New York City

Yo, Tone Starks, I got you man

Theodore... uh-huh

Thinkers and doers, nothing to gain (that's right)

Hear the hunger? Huh?



[Solomon Childs:]

I'mma show you how the game is formatted

How types grew up when the pressure's had it

I'm gon' corner the market, I've been straight for three years

And robbery homicide's, still got me as the target

Military apparrel, keep walking

While you motherfuckers talk shit

Boulevard Time Warner, death on your mans

These cats kill me, they be so gangsta

Two gats on 'em in the parole office

Thirty one wins, no losses

And hear the camera shots in the hood

Run off faster, then Kentucky Derby horses

You ask what's really good, half of these gangsta rappers

Ain't even allowed back in they own hood

With they war stories and they sinister box

And explain how you so hardcore

For being in a video with R. Kelly doing the wop

Valentine bees up, Funk Flex you killin 'em homey

So fuck what they say, never ease up



[Interlude: Solomon Childs]

Yeah... the Theodore... Yo Starks, what's good man

I'm looking in they eyes, man

They not ready, man, they are not ready, you hear?



[Solomon Childs:]

Since B.I.G., everybody ready to die

Not me... I'm try'nna live til I'm a hundred and five

T-H, E-O, D-O-R-E

Lauryn Hill, I'll kill a nigga softly

Grace period, part one

You little niggaz gon' be our son

Gon' have niggaz in yo backyard

So what you got knowledge of self

General Starks can't save you god

The Theodore, gon' swarm down on you like hawks

You ain't a killa, motherfucker

Ease up, on the gun talk, let's bring it back

To the knuckle checks and pipes

Blood, no exception, gon' have me

Strip you wannabe niggaz for ya stripes

Homey, I ain't got no time for the two twelve

This the championship edition

I want trophies on the shelf

So put the bally in the air, and yell out 'the king was here'



[Outro: Solomon Childs]

2-20, motherfucker...

You can't see me, man

Castleton Avenue hero

Broadway & Henderson

The mayor of New York...

20-20 eyesight..

And I bury you...

New York City, man

All the way from the future

Yo... that's how we doing it
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