Solomon Childs War Lyrics

[Intro: Solomon Childs]
Yeah... finally, right?
I know how you feel

[Chorus: Solomon Childs]
Him? Please... Them? Please
They... don't... want... war....

[Solomon Childs]
War by pamphlets, I rest like little Hudson Lebanon
When I was nine, I crazy glued Megatron
Got my Ray Caruse throwback on, poverty got me strucken
Sometimes I wonder what was the sense in rushing
Never should of played the corners
At a young age, was witnessed to the murders on the corners
Roamers, brain tumors, Mountain Loretta group home tutors
From the white boy neighborhood, stole scooters
As I got older, went for the bigger prize
Like the diamonds and rugers
While all the M.C.'s front like they Godfathers and killas
Nothing but lies in they neighborhood thrillers
I rep street life thrillers, with style and flow
That delivers like the Alpine rivers

[Chorus]
[Solomon Childs] Time for the mags to come out, let me tell what the mags be about
Magazines and magnums, back to the subject
A body bags in ransom, informats around the way working with the feds
The feds and cracks, the same, they both kill
Intense drama, I hear your heart pounding, like you running on tredmills
Three eighties with nine millimeter shells, funeral time
Muthaf*ckas sound off the church bells
Be up the blocks with twelve twelves, nowadays, f*ck the world
Beat my dick to gun books, time's so real, beef cooks
The hammers, my only girl, but bitches love a real crook
And if whatever it is, it's dead and cold, I ain't scared to look

[Chorus 2X]

[Outro: Solomon Childs]
So, what I'm talking about, is
Whether you my man or not
Sitting there listening to this song
You violate, nigga, I clap you too
Don't give a f*ck if I need bitches, I will smoke
So what nigga?

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