Flames

[Intro: Solomon Childs] Word (uh-huh) Aiyo, son (Yeah) ... fuckin' ass son (uh-huh) (Yeah, uh-huh) Them niggas don't fuckin' want it (My motion picture) word up (Yeah, come on) [Chorus 2X: Solomon Childs] The Theodore Unit, and we ain't one for games Dirt ball niggas throwin' dirt on my name And keep thinking that you bang with big boys Watch you drown in a barrel of flames [Solomon Childs] I'm on my job, like TNT, on Tuesdays and Thursdays But that don't mean, you can't get ya head popped off On Tuesdays and Thursdays, baby doll Your head game ain't good enough You can't ride shotgun in the Jag' 2003 rock, came back in the lab Straight out of West Brighton Projects Beef patties with cheese, from the neighborhood arabs And I'mma thug, so I'mma never drop my rag Dedicated to the Gods, in maximum security yards With the rifles, grew up in the dark The older niggas, puttin' bullet holes in the light poles I'll microphone marry you kids, life's a bitch The wild bids, scriptures stolen from the Solomon book My motion picture... and don't had to mean, I had to get cha Ok, a game of love and hate, cuz you can share the spotlight with Luther Or you can be sharing the front page with Hussein, this ain't a game [Outro: Solomon Childs] Don't have us come out our skin (no way man You wouldn't wanna see that) Theodore Unit: The Movie (Yeah, God) Paragraphs, motherfucker (Bury 'em alive) Get up, with me (murder Pass around the ball) Huh? Yeah...