[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]