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solomon childs - major lyrics

[solomon childs]
paint murder like wesley, f-ggots
your war stories don’t impress me, warrants
so the ratchets broke as well as the next one
larry davis reinacting, we puttin’ them n-gg-z
who be talking to killas in comas
death is so deep, you ever see a n-gg- eyes rolled back
on the block til i die with that medicine
i will emerge from rap, will emerge from mines
i want n-gg-z 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 n-gg-z be climaxing

[chorus x2: solomon childs]
we major players, all around the board
and done bent n-gg-z 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
n-gg- fall back, staten island
we all black, carry a mack, motherf-ckers osama island
been wilding, from murder hill all the way to jungle nilz
f-ck ya’ll n-gg-z, we gotta pay the bills
n-gg- move over, two-faced rappers, all you deep throaters
underground n-gg-z 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 n-body speak

[outro: cappadonna]
my f-cking word, f-cking staten island pitbull, n-gg-z
straight up and down, sn-tch pocket books and all that sh-t
n-gg-z still hungry, osama island
murder hill, body b., n-gg-
straight gangsta, for all you crack heads, and cry babies
word up, killa b., what up, baby?
stab that n-gg-… word up… take a n-gg- chain
knowhatimsayin, n-gg-, we try’n — n-gg-, we need meals
up in here… big bowls of f-ckin’ cereals, b-tch

- solomon childs lyrics

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