Live it With Power

[Movie sample] "Violence!" {*multiple gunshots*} [Intro: Solomon Childs] Motion Picture shit, that real Scorcese shit [Solomon Childs] I'm from a place where stars are born, big lights and Times Square The Champion gear, blowing on a dog bone Forever spit spone, a classic Like a Cali special revolver chrome This dancing with death in the terrordome Blood dripplin' down ya ass bone Rough shit, raw flesh, with bullet shells Desert's let off lightning bells, it's like a world war's a coming With the beat, heads roam, winter time'll pop you in your asshole It's cold, but it's colder in them TNT vans So I advise you black John Wayne's Bustin' at them beam cans, better hit 'em, pillage Cuz it's time the stomach of the industry bleed You don't believe me, you can find me at the drug dealers coming home party Twisted off the cranberry Cognac knotty S. Childs, twenty O big ducatti Head big like a voti, he's the eyes of a criminal papi [Chorus: Solomon Childs] Welcome to the barracks, we in the seasons With dobermans, bulldogs and bulletproof jackets Secret indictments, snitches and cowards Whether you hustle or murder, live it with power [Solomon Childs] On the block hard like stray dogs, hustle dirty But still a casual hard, niggas got nothing on my team And scrape the edges of the beam, and still bag more than your regime Spit flames, split frames, gat change Certified slinger, set up the celebrity maze No glory, no pain, spectators yellin' "Allah's pain" New York's newest critically acclaimed, untamed cowboy Bang bang, come and test me I'll shoot off your hood, cowboy, ain't nothin' gon stop me, homeyboy I'm a rebel duke, a menace to society, dude My style hydro plane, like a CL coupe On water, Cyanide City, Staten Island, capital, to this manslaughter I'm in it to burn like West Indian peppers, send them out on stretchers Striple the sheppard and the sheep will scatter And you can see it all live on HD plasma [Chorus] [Outro: Solomon Childs] Time for me to do this, man, take this shit over, man Tired of hearing these muthafuckas on the radio, with that bullshit Niggas playing that bullshit Niggas scared to come to the street and find that real shit So I'mma force that shit down your throat, bitch Nigga talk about "Oh, keep it hood, keep it hood But what the fuck is the hood doing for me?" Nothing Can't do nothing, I get locked up today or tomorrow The hood still gon' be there