Solomon Grundy

[Verse 1: Sean Price] Gun in my hand, shoot Hand me a gram, shoot Misunderstanded with the family man, shoot I'm banging, I'm Beirut I'm training in state boots I hang with the same group Aim at your grapefruit The shit that you say cute? I can't relate, duke The trey pound's related to the ache in the face full Nigga, I hate you, break you, Ivan Drago I'm rushing to put pellets in your pecan pronto P! Ain't talking money, we can't convo You pussy under pressure, pa P stand strong, though I bring in the shells, I beat up your squad You singing in jail, you Chico DeBarge Fucking nickel bag steamers I sell coke that's whiter than milk of magnesia Frankenstein when I'm making mine You think you rhyme, you should think of mine Solomon Grundy [Verse 2: Ike Eyes] I made my bones shaving Sharon Stones in a school zone One way ticket from the projects to a pool home Trapping, balling, and rappin is the hoods holy trinity I sold a pack 'fore I lost my virginity Surrounded by speed freaks and weed geeks Quiet down, listen up when g's speak Return of the body catcher, the crown's been captured Caught up in the rapture, I slaughtered a bunch of rappers Ain't no Tarzan in the marshland Fumes from the meth cook turn me into the swamp man Get the red wine out White lines in Amy Winehouse Walk fine lines in hindsight Coulda made some better choices I didn't always have to listen to the voices Thug in my bloodline, mud pies and drug buys The dead live on and love dies Solomon Grundy [Verse 3: Ill Bill] Ill Bill murder futuristic like Paul Laffoley Haul your casket away Assassins'll spray Reptilian like a cannibal's brain Horrifying like dying in a two-passenger plane Nosediving, fire in the sky, showers of flame Houses of pain on cypress hills and mountainous terrain Even a lion chills after an ounce of sour to the face I'm the lightning that the Vikings worshipped The sight of when a rifles bursting Write subversive I'm a decisive person Liquor on a bullet wound, feel the Henny sting Everything is everything I'm a Heavy Metal King Been labeled intelligent, irreverent, malevolent True indeed, plus a veteran On point like the Devil's chin Surrounded by apparitions & statues of smiling death Assassins with pistols capture your dying breath Like you stepped into a horror flick Kill you then resurrect you in the middle of a blizzard of hollow tips Solomon Grundy