Solomon Childs - Who's Who lyrics

[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...