Who's Who

[Intro: Solomon Childs] Yo, uh, you already know That's right, you know already, you hear me? (go 'head Childs) You hear me? Is my mic loud enough (that's right) I'm talking to you muthafucka, you hear me? Get 'em, fucker... [Chorus 2X: Solomon Childs] You ain't that swoll, muthafucka And anyway, the nine shells'll deflate you Besides, you know who to front on You know who the fuck's who [Solomon Childs] When I was young they used to call me Toucan I smell war, nigga, these cowards gon' have me force the hand This is real hip hop, shoot up your MTV Making the Band My steelo a hundred grand, dealing with pot niggas Call me the baker's man, bomb in the crack of my ass Lick rounds like the Taliban, move on the marked vans Thought you reigned forever, I spoiled your plans You ain't hard muthafucka, I leave you where you stand, Gatling Island Slaughterhouses, been bout it, been getting CREAM, you bitches I had the slugs hit you off your crutches The J.O.'s exclusive white and mustard The flow'll leave you flustered, gargling your lungs And staple a ransom note, to your little boy's tongue Broadway and Henderson, landmark, Childs Already a landmark, I let him fly in broad daylight As well as the dark... [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Solomon Childs] Don't step too close to me, cuz I ain't playing Don't act like you can't catch one in your ribs, cuz I ain't playing Don't act like I won't pop you and your baby mother, at the movies, I Ain't playing Don't act like the shit is a game, nigga, I ain't playing, playing, fucker... Nigga, I got this nigga, turn my fucking back, muthafucka B-Town, nigga, Slaughterhouses, Killa Mob Blood...