War

[Intro: Solomon Childs] Yeah... finally, right? I know how you feel [Chorus: Solomon Childs] Him? Please... Them? Please They... don't... want... war.... [Solomon Childs] War by pamphlets, I rest like little Hudson Lebanon When I was nine, I crazy glued Megatron Got my Ray Caruse throwback on, poverty got me strucken Sometimes I wonder what was the sense in rushing Never should of played the corners At a young age, was witnessed to the murders on the corners Roamers, brain tumors, Mountain Loretta group home tutors From the white boy neighborhood, stole scooters As I got older, went for the bigger prize Like the diamonds and rugers While all the M.C.'s front like they Godfathers and killas Nothing but lies in they neighborhood thrillers I rep street life thrillers, with style and flow That delivers like the Alpine rivers [Chorus] [Solomon Childs] Time for the mags to come out, let me tell what the mags be about Magazines and magnums, back to the subject A body bags in ransom, informats around the way working with the feds The feds and cracks, the same, they both kill Intense drama, I hear your heart pounding, like you running on tredmills Three eighties with nine millimeter shells, funeral time Muthafuckas sound off the church bells Be up the blocks with twelve twelves, nowadays, fuck the world Beat my dick to gun books, time's so real, beef cooks The hammers, my only girl, but bitches love a real crook And if whatever it is, it's dead and cold, I ain't scared to look [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Solomon Childs] So, what I'm talking about, is Whether you my man or not Sitting there listening to this song You violate, nigga, I clap you too Don't give a fuck if I need bitches, I will smoke So what nigga?