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solomon childs - the countdown lyrics

[movie sample]
“that is over now..
hey yo, this is my operation, my dream
so go home, go back, home
go back to your stupid little life
go back and sell half grams to your f-ckin relatives for all i care
because you’re out it.. cuz you’re out!
don’t be so emotional about your problems!”

[solomon childs]
let the infered hit ’em, and go in on the parts of ’em
strong arm, put the toss on ’em
mark ’em homes, live on, take a live on
bd and k. born live on, drive through the middle
with my t–th grinding together like stephon
i don’t know what n-ggas sound like
cuz i ain’t listening, besides the kid sizzling
and the first n-gga front, i’mma l1ck ’em with the nina
straight robbery, never been a sl1ck diva
seeds walk there, get my gwop up, watch me go at
your baby momma’s nosehair, here’s an issue to address
n-ggas stay sucking rza d-ck, how he don’t come back and show love
yeah, i laugh with him, not knowing if he give me the sign, i blow a hole in him
get ready for this body brighton holocaust
featuring pitt mobb, n-ggas compare they talking to god himself
baritone vibrate the track and melt
don’t take my kindness for weakness, cuz i come through ya hood and leap sh-t
b-tch…

[broccoli rob]
i’m like a, shot to the nerves, hot with the words
you f-ggot kids what you got deserved, you not for the purpose
i’m swerving to curve ’em the words, til they hurt you and burn you on purpose
wise as a furnace, the faster you b-st-rds can learn this, the faster
i’m blasting you certain
you don’t want that, you rock a combat fatigue
but you fatigue in combat, full of legal contact
i don’t hang with the thugs, pick the laws in my hands and strangle the judge
i frequently spit like bolimics, break you a forehand with a prefix
mc’s get, easily ripped, while i speed in a whip
along side, your ride, just me and your b-tch
smiling at you while i feed her the d-ck
foot on the clutch working the stick shift
flinching every time her lipstick touch the tip of this d-ck
she swallowing s-m-n like hungry sharks in a shipwreck

{-police sirens-}

- solomon childs lyrics

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