Solomon Childs - This 4 lyrics

[Intro: Solomon Childs] New York... the finest, yup Yeah, uh-huh, here we go [Solomon Childs] Rule number one, never let bygones be bygones New York icon, kid Beneton Style is so violent, by Louie Faton From day one, told you cats was real The models, hold mine, mistake you for yo mills We thugged out, but when a brother fails I pledge allegiance to hold mine, lyrics is strapped wit heat Winter time, I'm a bad boy, get ya guns off, like I was Shyne Studyin' the lines'll make ya soloist To the industry, I'm puttin' on locks (Lox) like I was Jadakiss Packin' 'em in, playoff time wit the New York Knicks Clueminati, spring time's stick-up car six Until ya make times of provin' me wrong, sh** I'm the illest n***a doin' this Rakim of the 2000, I bet a thousand Just to have project n***as hatin' in housin' Mama said, baby, you know they save the best for last First album, 700,000 advanced Goin' for mine, I'mma die by any circumstance Nobody move, nobody'll get hurt It's my time, my time around [Chorus: Solomon Childs] This 4 worldwide n***as who flip bricks f** a fly b**h, trey-sixes out the dices This 4 rooster b**hes that strip coke Be in ya man's pockets whether he sleep or woke This 4 thugs up north, taped up wit books Ice picks ready to die, catchin' a juk For the fam, ya'll, from New York to L.A Crushin' bodies of Hennessey, takin' over [Solomon Childs] Solomon Childs, platinum dog, never gold Frontin' ya hetero', rather have Uptown girls like Billy Joel Hollow tips in the biscuits, pretty boy sh** never Lord This the militant flow, rock iceberg sweaters wit leather coats While your on the row, possess a hell of a show time At the Apollo, silly n***as, huh, go 'head and play desperado n***a, get caught sleepin' if ya want to f** around and get clapped up like them kids in Colorado sh** is real, it's 2Pac f**in' Faith, no money in my pockets Everything be up in the safe This is my time, I'm on a worldwide rampage Paragraphs be action like an arcade Maria child, son, be front page I back pretty nines, no more 12 gauge (who want it?) My wrists frozen, I created an Ice Age (who want it?) You cats is scarred, that I'mma get paid My style Harvard, you cats is first grade Gettin' serious, New York, Tony Danza Takin' over, I'm as serious as cancer Bottom line... King of New York [Chorus] [Hook: Solomon Childs] When I rob, I rob to eat and stack a bill Some people think that I'm sittin' on top the world And if I be shootin' at you dog, then I'm shootin' to k** Some people think I'm, sittin' on top the world Give 'em sh** [Solomon Childs] Money like Ron Montana, do the knowledge to the thug talk Snake n***a, 5 to 15 years of my life represented in Cat Sacky, New York Married to the mob, dog, I'm comin' off like Carlos Rosa Two B.M., in the suit wit Toyota Twenties on a M-Cla** drop, product got crackheads yellin' n***a you better never stop Lyrics attack like two pig-nose pitbulls Rambo and Sheet-rock, champagne gla**es, wit the cold Valentine ill Money like Marvin and poppy deal I came up, Mahoney's park, Now Born dynasty The industry could never be live as me Hit off semi-automatic's dog Watch n***as jump like Shawn Kemp, females say I got game like a Chicago pimp We here now, you poppin' sh** n***as better be ready to ball Dealin' wit more fly b**hes than the Albie Square Mall f** friends, dog, who want it? Comin' for all of ya'll (that's right), comin' for all of ya'll... (You heard, all of y'all) That's right, this is it right here [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Solomon Childs] King of New York