Solomon Childs - Bullies lyrics

[Movie sample] "You f**ed me?" "I did not!" "Yeah you did. You went behind my back, you cut me, you f**ed me." "Me? Nah.. never! What the hell.. maybe you're right Maybe I did betray you a little bit" [Intro: Solomon Childs] Time to ride out... yeah... All the way ride out... [Chorus: Solomon Childs] You can be the biggest bully you want You can think you as hard as you is But there ain't nothing in this world To convince, you snitching, who you claim you is [Solomon Childs] Mr. Boulevard, see Murda Mob Gang West Brighton murder capital, non identical Wild like Hiroshima, with a bomb, taped to my gut In a terminal, project guillotine, fired like Heat from the beam'll Scorch ya b**h a** like the oil, from the prontono plants sh** I became a long way since '74 suicide watch Millennium mixtape, alpha and omega On the block pushing diesel and the crack together Momma could feed the general, crying over papa's war letters Old timers look at my soul, say that it'll raise the hurricane Gun hostler very wing, only time you smell the powder burning Is when the ratchet empty, either you with me or against me [Chorus 2X] [Solomon Childs] f** rap, this for them 25 to lifers Added to hot pot cookers, produced by the madness Spit enough ammo to conjugate a d**h list Lines of torture, M.C.'s Like being tied down, guzzling goat piss Made movie, it should of been box office smashes Equipped with sparks, like books of matches Officer and a Gentleman Part 2 In soldier colors, red fatigue Wipe the blade clean, with black tee's I'm here for whoever holding the crown Understand me, I pop something I'm so glorified, and don't mistake me for G-Unit But them semi's I spit at your unit I blow the head off your Voltron, f** ya average song [Chorus 2X] [Cappadonna] I set flame to your wiz, put the game all over your kids Know what it is, Verrazano Bridge music The third coming of the lost and found Ever since the fall of the Roman Empire Me and Solomon Childs been holding it down Beat the bully out ya'll, you a thug in a gown You ain't shooting at me, you put your slugs in the ground And I'm all the way hot with it, and you not with it You got fitted for your lifestyle, you the last decade sh** We right now, Don Diggler, my bear's in the background Staten Island for real, ya'll fake n***as think ya'll real Kick doors down, take my reel Greedy a** n***as, sittin' on Benz wheels, I put snakes on 'em High stakes on 'em (crack crates on 'em) Bully start running when the planet of the apes on 'em [Chorus 2X]