Solomon Childs - Live it With Power lyrics

[Movie sample] "Violence!" {*multiple gunshots*} [Intro: Solomon Childs] Motion Picture sh**, that real Scorcese sh** [Solomon Childs] I'm from a place where stars are born, big lights and Times Square The Champion gear, blowing on a dog bone Forever spit spone, a cla**ic Like a Cali special revolver chrome This dancing with d**h in the terrordome Blood dripplin' down ya a** bone Rough sh**, raw flesh, with bullet shells Desert's let off lightning bells, it's like a world war's a coming With the beat, heads roam, winter time'll pop you in your a**hole It's cold, but it's colder in them TNT vans So I advise you black John Wayne's Bustin' at them beam cans, better hit 'em, pillage Cuz it's time the stomach of the industry bleed You don't believe me, you can find me at the drug dealers coming home party Twisted off the cranberry Cognac knotty S. Childs, twenty O big ducatti Head big like a voti, he's the eyes of a criminal papi [Chorus: Solomon Childs] Welcome to the barracks, we in the seasons With dobermans, bulldogs and bulletproof jackets Secret indictments, snitches and cowards Whether you hustle or murder, live it with power [Solomon Childs] On the block hard like stray dogs, hustle dirty But still a casual hard, n***as got nothing on my team And scrape the edges of the beam, and still bag more than your regime Spit flames, split frames, gat change Certified slinger, set up the celebrity maze No glory, no pain, spectators yellin' "Allah's pain" New York's newest critically acclaimed, untamed cowboy Bang bang, come and test me I'll shoot off your hood, cowboy, ain't nothin' gon stop me, homeyboy I'm a rebel duke, a menace to society, dude My style hydro plane, like a CL coupe On water, Cyanide City, Staten Island, capital, to this manslaughter I'm in it to burn like West Indian peppers, send them out on stretchers Striple the sheppard and the sheep will scatter And you can see it all live on HD plasma [Chorus] [Outro: Solomon Childs] Time for me to do this, man, take this sh** over, man Tired of hearing these muthaf**as on the radio, with that bullsh** n***as playing that bullsh** n***as scared to come to the street and find that real sh** So I'mma force that sh** down your throat, b**h n***a talk about "Oh, keep it hood, keep it hood But what the f** is the hood doing for me?" Nothing Can't do nothing, I get locked up today or tomorrow The hood still gon' be there