Solomon Childs - Stroke of d**h lyrics

[Solomon Child (formerly known as k**a Bamz)] Yeah, Solomon marked for life, a million to life Thug for life, forever eyein the kid '89 stick-up kid, King of New York Regulation party, daddy hard body Rowdy Brighton God-body Smooth like a leather bop, '83 hip-hop Top of the world, get it rizzight Dick to your wizzife, murder cats for the right prizzice Four-hundred and fifty-six on the dizzice This is real lizzife, ain't nothin sweet God Sit down and think it through God Cuz comin all outta ya face'll get ya clap God [Girl] You are now listening to the sounds of Supreme Clientele [Ghostface k**ah] Step in to the party, it's me God Almighty, Ghost still holdin that shotty Dust and Alize', three-quarter Timbs Terry-cloth robes, crisp hundreds in the envelope Duke it on the globe, thank God for my Wallabee shoes They done saved me, up three-nothin and Salt Lake City Burgundy minks, whips with sinks in em Brocolli blown, illa disease breath, elephant skin Meet the black Boy George, dusted on my honeymoon b**h like my wife, she popped my Ghostface balloon b**hes think that I'm Dominican, slaf-hash Indian Milk on my mustache, drop to my chiny-chin Dive into dangerous parts, buildin with thirsty mammals White man scream, "Swim Starks sharks!" [RZA] Smack the jail bail bondsman strength of eighteen bronz men Tall like Karl Malone "Mailman", frame of Larry Johnson Tony Montana blow, creamy white Havana Joe's Old Suzanna ho, p**y sweet, banana flow David Banner, gamma ray shots, beast will marinate Bones splitted fatal Wu swords, sour amputate Duck Savanna wait, we splashed the gla**, ice rocks Our cash high right stock, our logo's on your rice box Plus your dice box, on the side upon your white socks Bobby got the mic co*ked, BUCK BUCK, nice shot