[Intro: Solomon Childs] Come on, uh-huh, New York City (come on) Staten Island... the kid, S. Childs My time... out with the old, in with the new [Chorus 2X: Solomon Childs] You could be as good as the best of them Or as bad, as the worst So don't test me, you better move over [Solomon Childs] You n***as puttin' in bullsh** work Destroy the herd, listen doggie I ain't try'nna set your bird I'm trynna you and your team dead on the curb It's like you motherf**ers is trapped the timewarp I never see Allah with them diamond nameplate belts That's some real h*mo sh**, you feminine b**h No court affendits, or no court scandals Like how he get from behind the walls Or who he told law, you jealous motherf**ers Now I understand the pain of Biggie Smalls And how a n***a can pray and pray on your downfall f** 'em all, I'm takin' mine By any means necessary, however it gotta go down Even dog against dog, even goon against goon With defense, like Jodie Foster in the Panic Room With the guns ignite, like fire that eats you Custom and information center Off guns, hoes and the crack house You motherf**ers be talking the same sh** Same slave sh**, uh-huh So much to bill on, I hope the airwaves is clear I ain't a murderer, but there's a few that got poked up north And a few in the world in wheelchairs, get 'em [Chorus 2X]