Solomon Childs - Shaolin Ta Q.B. lyrics

[Intro: Ron Artest (Du-Lilz)] RonArtest.com, we got fire in here, you heard me, The Wu World champion, yeah... we up in here We up in here.. uh-huh (Du-Lilz, let's go baby) Shaolin, what up? (Theodore Unit, Big O) Shaolin and QB... (The Wu, let's go) let's go [Solomon Childs] Solomon Childs, this thought is just a ghetto prophecy With walls of animosity '76 born and conceived in a world of grieve Titled tomorrow 'the k**as'll leave' My poppa was a rolling stone, my poppa was a general sh**, my momma had chrome And also was a preacher's daughter My projects was the meaning of slaughter I had to get knocked down to stand still New York City's new protocal, arson I spit fire in the air like the Bronx Music for n***as who k** NARC's, black steel hawks Associate with snakes and sharks, Solomon's art My little brother had rusty skates We ate Roy Rogers, and my pops c**aine gates Word to blood, they gon' feel my wrath Like Rakim, with the tommy guns in '88 We like Kane, be bout to set it straight [Ron Artest] Let me zone, dun, brain waves flowing Retarted pitbulls, steel clips and I'll pull Hopped off, start four of us, pockets swollen Get rocked dog, move away from chain smokers Cocaine growers, propane throwers Shaolin, Q.B., hold strange toasters Tru Warrier Records, Enterprise connections Heavy a** necklace, what hood you repping? The change gon' come, but I'm in it for that steady Iron Horse to the Ferry, blowing on that berry Throwback k**as, still rock Cuban Linx I ain't hear nothing real, ever since the Purple Tape The vertical drop rise, smash ya top five Got a burner, don't blast, that means you're not live Wu-Tang hits, I bone your chick in a beehive Kick her a** out, with just a pair of knee highs I don't really care, just give me respect Had the whole Queensbridge, we in video sets, yea Crud love, and Theodore Unit Anti-social, you hear us in the movie [Ghostface k**ah] Yo, I hold a track like Jevon Kearse Get money while ya'll f*ggot n***as on thirst X-X-X, you just build with no doctors, freaks is hot Shutting Enron down, like the square is out In '89, Starter jackets and my Rakim grind Combined, I like peace in the pop'em signs Or Akim at clear, in them mosh hill times Or R.K., showing wallets when it's time to shine [Challace] Gangstas and Ghostface k**ahs, cold murderous boy You heard of Q.B., yea, there's a herd of us Street smart lyric industry can't get us Tourbuses and drop tops, get with us Hennessey heating up the liver, got ya in a clutch One second left, I deliver One shot right through the neck of the Nets Reppin' AQ2, kid, Buddah Bless I rap because I wanna, aight, it's off my chest Yes, I'm a rapper and I wanna be the best Why settle for less, Solomon, Trife, Theodore Unit rep You gotta take it, just to earn your respect Next up, I believe that's me Pa** the mic to golden dog, the game, R.I.P I'm higher than a fence when I'm jumping over trees And Challace in the game, so you lames at ease And it's Crud Love, Q.B., Shaolin Got a belt, long purple, sippin' on Henn, where shall I begin Full court press, all around the best Ron under the net, show respect, Protect Ya Neck Blueberry track, cuz we back, playing chess Sippin' on a Heineken, the building blowing black None the less, laser tech, we block, you will prep For the set, n***a, yea, we in it to the d**h Cheddar chasing, don't be a medical patient Cuz n***as is erasing any type of altercation