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solomon childs - said yo lyrics

[intro: solomon childs]
wu music group, it’s time to get that money
aiyo ‘vine, haul all the big toys out for this one, baby
s. childs, let’s go

[chorus 2x: solomon childs]
a little kid says yo, “yo”
i got a color tv, cd player, and car stereo
and all i want is capsule
i also got a .38, don’t give me no h-ssle

[solomon childs]
rough like timberland wear, yea
me and my unit, in them range rovers out there
peace to all the crooks, all the n-ggas with bad looks
semi automatic’s and flows that hook
return of babylon, cocaine in the engine of my avalon
when i speak, n-ggas is gon’ listen like i’m farrakhan
the block’s on fire, hot like carasine
we try’nna bake more cakes than sara lee
let’s get a set of keys, your d-ck don’t get hard
when you broke through my project hallways
you can smell the gun smoke, part one of the thrillogy, homeyboy
it’s blood, boy, with black leather gloves, boy
don’t have us k!ll up your cl1ck, boy
any thought between my -sscheeks, boy
sh-t on my hand, k-tone in my hand, boy

[chorus 2x]

[solomon childs]
i want more, more money, more comes, more murder
murder homicide, s. childs, movie’s of half blood like the x-files
my poppa was a general, my mom was a preacher’s daughter
my projects was the meaning of slaughter
had to get knocked down, to stand tall
new york city’s newest protocal, arson
fire like the bronx, music for n-ggas who k!ll narc’s
black steel hawk, -ssociate with snakes and sharks
so listen, i can feel your pain, stress is a m-th-f-cka
be puttin’ my broke newport’s back together
my little sister had russell skates
we ate roy rogers in my pop’s cocaine gates
they gon’ feel my wrath, like rakim’s tommy guns in ’88
when i get that feeling, i start, robbing and stealing
when i get that feeling, i start, robbing and stealing
and if you want it that bad, you get down on your knees
and pray, somebody try taking this from me
invite ’em to dance, and i ain’t talking bout no small ray
hammers, that’ll throw flesh through the air, like tony hawk’s skateboard rail
the streets be so real, them nine millimeter’s declared
it’s crunchtime, second guess, sometime to remain the people’s champ

[chorus 2x]

- solomon childs lyrics

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