[Intro: Cappadonna]
Homicide Hill, S.I., New York City
Slow your roll, it's my word
Slap all ya n***as, I hate ya'll
Aiyo, aiyo
[Cappadonna]
These streets got the best of me, my lifestyle's corrupt
It's jakes lookin' for Don, and I don't give a f**
Cuz my n***as be on the block, ready to rock
We got big bags of ready on us, one Glock
Feds makin' it hot, so I dipped off
I smoke the ill idiot sh** like Malakoff
Me and my thug n***as, too chipped off
Staten Island be the land of the lost
You can't front, you can't floss
S.I. New York City, the burnt out apartments, the hallways that's gritty
It's a pity we livin' this sh**, cracks under my dick
Feel my pain, if you know about this sh**
Dope in the toilet, money in the mattress
We keep ratchets, and like n***as up north, we f** a fat b**h
We eat octopus too, and we love the catfish
[Chorus 2X: Solomon Childs]
The building of the most powerful dynasty
We not just any stars, whether you be a murderer
Or maybe the world just never heard of you
Go 'head and play it out, this the role of ya lifetime
[Interlude: Solomon Childs (Cappadonna)]
Shoot 'em up sh**, n***a, shoot 'em up sh**, n***a
(Yeah b**h), yeah all up in your voicebox n***a
[Cappadonna]
Yo, all ya'll b**h a** muthaf**as, ya'll ain't sh**
You actin' like you can't happen til I pop the clip
Have your girl s**in' my dick, run in your crib and take chips
You don't know me, I don't f** around with ya'll, homie
You can't hold me, fake a** n***as owe me
Big Don from the group home
Sittin' on the front stoop smokin' a bone
All ya'll hatin' a** n***as, get one in your dome
Or I'm up in the studio, playin' the phone
I put hits on your fam, dog, now you alone
So why you just not popular yet, I grab my tech
And run around the blocks and demand respect
It's the who? n***a, Jay Bird, that's my word
I leave your body in the dollar van, your brains on the curb
Staten Island n***as be the most superb
Laid back in the joint, just be smokin' the herb
[Chorus 2X]