You Could Be as Good - Solomon Childs

Staten Island… the kid, S. Childs

My time… out with the old, in with the new

You could be as good as the best of them

Or as bad, as the worst

So don’t test me, you better move over

You niggas puttin' in bullshit work

Destroy the herd, listen doggie

I ain’t try’nna set your bird

I’m trynna you and your team dead on the curb

It’s like you motherfuckers is trapped the timewarp

I never see Allah with them diamond nameplate belts

That’s some real homo shit, you feminine bitch

No court affendits, or no court scandals

Like how he get from behind the walls

Or who he told law, you jealous motherfuckers

Now I understand the pain of Biggie Smalls

And how a nigga can pray and pray on your downfall

Fuck 'em all, I’m takin' mine

By any means necessary, however it gotta go down

Even dog against dog, even goon against goon

With defense, like Jodie Foster in the Panic Room

With the guns ignite, like fire that eats you

Custom and information center

Off guns, hoes and the crack house

You motherfuckers be talking the same shit

Same slave shit, uh-huh

So much to bill on, I hope the airwaves is clear

I ain’t a murderer, but there’s a few that got poked up north

And a few in the world in wheelchairs, get 'em