Solomon Childs - The Mission lyrics

[Intro: Solomon Childs] Come on, New York City Yo, Tone Starks, I got you man Theodore... uh-huh Thinkers and doers, nothing to gain (that's right) Hear the hunger? Huh? [Solomon Childs] I'mma show you how the game is formatted How types grew up when the pressure's had it I'm gon' corner the market, I've been straight for three years And robbery homicide's, still got me as the target Military apparrel, keep walking While you motherf**ers talk sh** Boulevard Time Warner, d**h on your mans These cats k** me, they be so gangsta Two gats on 'em in the parole office Thirty one wins, no losses And hear the camera shots in the hood Run off faster, then Kentucky Derby horses You ask what's really good, half of these gangsta rappers Ain't even allowed back in they own hood With they war stories and they sinister box And explain how you so hardcore For being in a video with R. Kelly doing the wop Valentine bees up, Funk Flex you k**in 'em homey So f** what they say, never ease up [Interlude: Solomon Childs] Yeah... the Theodore... Yo Starks, what's good man I'm looking in they eyes, man They not ready, man, they are not ready, you hear? [Solomon Childs] Since B.I.G., everybody ready to die Not me... I'm try'nna live til I'm a hundred and five T-H, E-O, D-O-R-E Lauryn Hill, I'll k** a n***a softly Grace period, part one You little n***as gon' be our son Gon' have n***as in yo backyard So what you got knowledge of self General Starks can't save you god The Theodore, gon' swarm down on you like hawks You ain't a k**a, motherf**er Ease up, on the gun talk, let's bring it back To the knuckle checks and pipes Blood, no exception, gon' have me Strip you wannabe n***as for ya stripes Homey, I ain't got no time for the two twelve This the championship edition I want trophies on the shelf So put the bally in the air, and yell out 'the king was here' [Outro: Solomon Childs] 2-20, motherf**er... You can't see me, man Castleton Avenue hero Broadway & Henderson The mayor of New York... 20-20 eyesight.. And I bury you... New York City, man All the way from the future Yo... that's how we doing it