[Intro: Solomon Childs] All eyes is on me now And finally it's my turn, right? Long awaited, if not now, when? The title, yeah, enjoy a cla**ic [Solomon Childs] Genocide n***a, the latest hip hop tradition Live amongst n***as who done been big Pop shots and k** po-lig Body Brighton, know where we is, n***a Til I die, yell it to you, that I will split you, n***a Move like security, penetentiary sneak needs Military mustard colored fatigues, what you thought dog? Could of told you, you was out of your league This a letter to the grieving spots up north Nine shells up in ya like a pa** from Culpepper to Moss I'm try'nna stay positive, fam, but the blocks, it keeps calling me, fam Up north with a block, could of called my fam Halloween thug, this a Krush Groove Made of ghetto gossip, knowledge on his way home Gray god got another new Benz this year See you in the opening throne, genocide, n***a, yeah