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solomon childs - shaolin ta q.b. lyrics

[intro: ron artest (du-lilz)]
ronartest.com, we got fire in here, you heard me, the wu
world champion, yeah… we up in here
we up in here.. uh-huh (du-lilz, let’s go baby)
shaolin, what up? (theodore unit, big o)
shaolin and qb… (the wu, let’s go) let’s go

[solomon childs]
solomon childs, this thought is just a ghetto prophecy
with walls of animosity
’76 born and conceived in a world of grieve
t-tled tomorrow ‘the k!llas’ll leave’
my poppa was a rolling stone, my poppa was a general
sh-t, my momma had chrome
and also was a preacher’s daughter
my projects was the meaning of slaughter
i had to get knocked down to stand still
new york city’s new protocal, arson
i spit fire in the air like the bronx
music for n-ggas who k!ll narc’s, black steel hawks
-ssociate with snakes and sharks, solomon’s art
my little brother had rusty skates
we ate roy rogers, and my pops cocaine gates
word to blood, they gon’ feel my wrath
like rakim, with the tommy guns in ’88
we like kane, be bout to set it straight

[ron artest]
let me zone, dun, brain waves flowing
retarted pitbulls, steel clips and i’ll pull
hopped off, start four of us, pockets swollen
get rocked dog, move away from chain smokers
cocaine growers, propane throwers
shaolin, q.b., hold strange toasters
tru warrier records, enterprise connections
heavy -ss necklace, what hood you repping?
the change gon’ come, but i’m in it for that steady
iron horse to the ferry, blowing on that berry
throwback k!llas, still rock cuban linx
i ain’t hear nothing real, ever since the purple tape
the vertical drop rise, smash ya top five
got a burner, don’t blast, that means you’re not live
wu-tang hits, i bone your chick in a beehive
kick her -ss out, with just a pair of knee highs
i don’t really care, just give me respect
had the whole queensbridge, we in video sets, yea
crud love, and theodore unit
anti-social, you hear us in the movie

[ghostface k!llah]
yo, i hold a track like jevon ke-rs-
get money while ya’ll f-ggot n-ggas on thirst
x-x-x, you just build with no doctors, freaks is hot
shutting enron down, like the square is out
in ’89, starter jackets and my rakim grind
combined, i like peace in the pop’em signs
or akim at clear, in them mosh hill times
or r.k., showing wallets when it’s time to shine

[challace]
gangstas and ghostface k!llahs, cold murderous boy
you heard of q.b., yea, there’s a herd of us
street smart lyric industry can’t get us
tourbuses and drop tops, get with us
hennessey heating up the liver, got ya in a clutch
one second left, i deliver
one shot right through the neck of the nets
reppin’ aq2, kid, buddah bless
i rap because i wanna, aight, it’s off my chest
yes, i’m a rapper and i wanna be the best
why settle for less, solomon, trife, theodore unit rep
you gotta take it, just to earn your respect
next up, i believe that’s me
p-ss the mic to golden dog, the game, r.i.p
i’m higher than a fence when i’m jumping over trees
and challace in the game, so you lames at ease
and it’s crud love, q.b., shaolin
got a belt, long purple, sippin’ on henn, where shall i begin
full court press, all around the best
ron under the net, show respect, protect ya neck
blueberry track, cuz we back, playing chess
sippin’ on a heineken, the building blowing black
none the less, laser tech, we block, you will prep
for the set, n-gga, yea, we in it to the death
cheddar chasing, don’t be a medical patient
cuz n-ggas is erasing any type of altercation

- solomon childs lyrics

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