Solomon Childs - I Really Mean It (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro: Solomon Childs] Uh-huh... yeah West Brighton, uh-huh, yeah [Solomon Childs] My little sister wants Christian Diorre These f*ggots just sent my little cousin to war If poverty's real, I ain't crying for nothing My baby's gotta eat, I ain't dying for nothing And can blow a cathedral down, like George Benson And I know I just got here but I'm collecting my pension And I decided, to be the sacrifice But the sacrifice got heat And ain't affraid, we gon' haress a hanging Somebody inform the first stage Double homicide, still mix haze With the so-so reefer, you should see the gun game Something pretty like Aaliyah Strong, like Fat Joe at the Fever Momma said she had dreams That they'll be shootouts at my photo shoots Standing tall, saluting on top of my roofs Staten Island stand up, Valentine, federal n***as And ain't no half stepping, my eyes burn the fire And gonna get this money til my life retire Snitch a** n***as in the hood You might as well be wearing a wire Menace II Society Part II, this the soundtrack Vengeance for the murder of my cousin King f** a rap deal, we spending money like it's holiday time Two open cases and supreme court The Theodore, we wan't all of New York n***a, n***a, n***a... [Outro: Solomon Childs] Yeah, Staten Island, huh Now Born, k**a Hill Stapletilz, Body Brighton Jungle Nilz, Southshore My motion picture...