[Intro: Solomon Childs]
Yeah, uh-huh, for real, yeah, yeah, Dinero


[Solomon Childs]
Ice in the drink, and the watch, security, my mink dudes
Straight to the bar, me and Rakeem Allah

Never leave home without the hydro jar
Robbed by the dozen, gucci boots and leotards
Aight then, fishnets, lace skin

They in here, from Shaolin indictments
Bout it, bout it, to live large
Solomon liver than a PBA card, I Allah Master God

Millennium rides, see we are this fly
Then a V-Tech, 4-4, payed tour, baritone
Gettin' them wet like Kenny Lattimore

Lyrical bullets on related calling
Blazers who ain't never been to Portland
Code of the streets, kill or be killed

Eighty nine, getting money, police is mad dumb
Nickel and dimes in my mouth, my gums is mad numb
Twelve bars are rated r, ghetto life, killas in courts

Dirty poom-poom shorts, thuggin' every place I've been
Mi mama sta Dominican, ya'll need to roll with me
Get with me, show me a sign

I'm bout to blow the cigar, for humble
What you ain't know, how it's gangsta
Mixtape murder halls, swarm of the ski masks

You'se a (*##$, you $$#ed out, enough money to re-route
And the red bone chicks, smell like L'Oreal
Come and I'll find a way, by Blu Cantrell

This has been brought to you by, Hennessey VSOP, and Cognac

[beat switches]


[Interlude: Solomon Childs]
Yeah... uh-huh.. yeah.. come on, punish 'em lord


[Solomon Childs]
Just got here, the (*##$es already saying the God, plus

Adrenaline head rush, Mr. Shaolin, New York
Lay in the garage, you see the God
Cats be nothing more than a Buick Regal

My voicebox revolve like a desert eagle
I fell in love with a fish called Wanda, milli' Contra
Two thousand and two, kid rookie

Gorillas in the myst to rule, polish up, old school
Picture you mother$#&@ers on my level, you #~!!@
Type of ^!$$%, who dancing in the date rooms

Singing on the gates, from here now
Allah, better late than never, sixteen bars
Of gangsta cheddar, eight to eight, gangsta money

Get yourself smacked up, if you think something was funny...