Solomon Childs - Together lyrics

[Intro: Solomon Childs] Yeah, I'm dedicated this To my man Tony Lovitt, we love you God [Chorus 2X: Solomon Childs] Got to blaze in any kinda weather, shed blood together Ain't no need of thinkin' how we gon' die together Cuz if we rise together, then we cry try together Ain't no need of thinkin' how we gon' die together [Solomon Childs] This be a theme for the ghetto type, let's talk of underground ghetto nights Two cats screamin' "the millions" under the projects starlights Few bags of trees'll leave the T's intrigued The money schemes, two qualified thoroughbbreads Blazin' they sixteenth by any means Takin' over what they may have concerned Dynamic Duo wit pinata in fur, Kenyatta lookin' to learn It's Verm, gat will burn, Kenyatta facin' for the life His lawyers got the case adjourned, we got two gate talkin' Projects crooks, with plans up by the neighborhood juks Armored truck breakin' the stack, thickest books Kenyatta takin' the CREAM, Verm movin' wit caution, Kenyatta bleed for the team Vern pedigree upon extortion, Kenyatta'll see the seeds scorchin' Be damned to see us dogs layin' in the coffin They intense, we like the summer time We need heat and plus we gotta eat Not tryin' defeat, inhalin' the chocolate from the Buddha sheet Plus these cats is gettin' money for too long on these streets Kenyatta tryin' explain the firm That if the situation on the table's turned We gotta stand back to back and watch the toast burn Cuz if you take a pause, now baby boy, you took a cause Meanwhile brothas is reminiscin' on how two cats took a loss, what? [Chorus 2X] [Solomon Childs] Quotin' the neighborhood O.G., n***a F.T Yo son it ain't even about flashin', words can never move as powerful as action Kenyatta ready to move, too much time is pa**in' sh**, let's go ahead and blaze like an a**a**in Burn, I can't see myself hustlin' dumbs Only thing that's air standin' between me and these lump sums 4:35 got the creep like a possum Hit the armored truck, get them dreds for an ounce Kenyatta get the cheese and bounce to get the cars and house Stash a mill in the couch, it's 4:50 Let's get the money from the city, truck late on arrival So you know they vexed ready to hit the check acid So they can start cashin' checks Plus these dreds is seein' g's from the sales of trees Not trynna see a 50/50 pie laced wit cheese Kenyatta jumped on the scene, bringin' the dreds to his knees So muthaf**er if you bold, huh, go 'head and scream Neighbors in buildings, hit 77 knifes is better clean Dialin' 9-1-1, alertin' the task force team Same time burnin' bullets out the beretta skin Hit an armored truck, God, in the hip In his pocket lies a fly chrome double clip Bullets specialty hollow tip, Kenyatta screamin' "here come the 1-2-0" There, bro, must of had a caprice On West Street, playin' the low, but at the split minute When they thought they might of swell win it Vern was blazed in the chest, guess you can say fools winnin' It's wise men without vest, now Kenyatta lookin' to uphold and prove The heater bounced, flag down a gold Benz Driver nicknamed: "Nascar", bless best friends wit Vern cousin Hest Kenyatta jumped in and fled the set, son put the metal to the floor we gotta jet It's for the juks, sh**, we done did it Kenyatta forgettin' the shiesters Nest outta 25 hundred Nest placed the infrared to Kenyatta head Put a bullet in his scalp, left Kenyatta for dead And people wonder why we high, though Relatin to thugs, runnin' wild in this ghetto (in my hood...) [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Solomon Childs] B-Town, baby!