Poison

[Intro: Solomon Childs] Yeah, yeah... that's what I'm talking about Gangsta shit... yeah [Chorus: Solomon Childs] Chiefs and cowards, I represent that poison Like the white smoke from the Twin Towers Or when you wake up, in the middle of the night, and your body is shaking Like the feds from the insinuations, that these cowards is making I represent that poison, nigga I ain't playing, fucker [Solomon Childs] This how it feels to be overpowered, I'll back out a zoo on your cowards From bulldogs to hogs, you bout to be in the belly of war Ain't no time for talk, a team of snakes, that slither like centipedes Only niggas who hesitate bleed, I'm from the mark 'em homes Go 'head and talk slick, and see more hammers than the Garden and R. Kelly Nothing but sly bitches and crackhead clientele Call me on the celly, I used to see visions of myself Being paralyzed, I guess I beat the odds, or maybe it was the fact I learnt how to hit hammers, with the presence of God I breathe to express, one of the livest niggas left I'mma have Ghost retire, and settle down with some seeds in Bolivia [Chorus] [Solomon Childs] I shall run the town, pound for pound, toe to toe Blow for blow, your bitch is a washed up mob hoe Pull out the calico and let the cavalry go Rest in peace to the God Imf, Juny and O.D. Bob's a snitch Don Makaveli's a pimp, free radio, gorilla general status Like Big Un, east side, the Sha Blood and N.O Big Den, husky bar brawls, the board put a stern on Benny Boy But don't worry when you get home, the block's size by the pennies, boy Reminiscing, like loaded hammers at the Denny's, out of town, boy And ain't nothing about me soft, and if we gotta kill off Officer Brown Karrell won't see up north, nigga [Chorus] [Outro: Solomon Childs] Yeah, street shit, nigga What you know about that crack, nigga?