[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 muthaf**a, you hear me?
Get 'em, f**er...
[Chorus 2X: Solomon Childs]
You ain't that swoll, muthaf**a
And anyway, the nine shells'll deflate you
Besides, you know who to front on
You know who the f**'s who
[Solomon Childs]
When I was young they used to call me Toucan
I smell war, n***a, 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 n***as
Call me the baker's man, bomb in the crack of my a**
Lick rounds like the Taliban, move on the marked vans
Thought you reigned forever, I spoiled your plans
You ain't hard muthaf**a, I leave you where you stand, Gatling Island
Slaughterhouses, been bout it, been getting CREAM, you b**hes
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 sh** is a game, n***a, I ain't playing, playing, f**er...
n***a, I got this n***a, turn my f**ing back, muthaf**a
B-Town, n***a, Slaughterhouses, k**a Mob
Blood...