歌词
(feat. Solomon Childs)
(Intro: Cappadonna)
Homicide Hill, S.I., New York City
Slow your roll, it's my word
Slap all ya *****z, I hate ya'll
Aiyo, aiyo
(Cappadonna)
These streets got the best of me, my lifestyle's corrupt
It's jakes lookin' for Don, and I don't give a ****
Cuz my *****z be on the block, ready to rock
We got big bags of ready on us, one glock
Feds makin' it hot, so I dipped off
I smoke the ill idiot **** like Malakoff
Me and my thug *****z, too chipped off
Staten Island be the land of the lost
You can't front, you can't floss
S.I. New York City, the burnt out apartments, the hallways that's gritty
It's a pity we livin' this ****, cracks under my ****
Feel my pain, if you know about this ****
**** in the toilet, money in the mattress
We keep ratchets, and like *****z up north, we **** a fat *****
We eat octopus too, and we love the catfish
(Chorus 2X: Solomon Childs)
The building of the most powerful dynasty
We not just any stars, whether you be a murderer
Or maybe the world just never heard of you
Go 'head and play it out, this the role of ya lifetime
(Interlude: Solomon Childs (Cappadonna))
Shoot 'em up ****, *****, shoot 'em up ****, *****
(Yeah *****), yeah all up in your voicebox *****
(Cappadonna)
Yo, all ya'll ***** ass mutha****as, ya'll ain't ****
You actin' like you can't happen til I pop the clip
Have your girl suckin' my ****, run in your crib and take chips
You don't know me, I don't **** around with ya'll, homie
You can't hold me, fake ass *****z owe me
Big Don from the group home
Sittin' on the front stoop smokin' a bone
All ya'll hatin' ass *****z, get one in your dome
Or I'm up in the studio, playin' the phone
I put hits on your fam, dog, now you alone
So why you just not popular yet, I grab my tech
And run around the blocks and demand respect
It's the who? *****, Jay Bird, that's my word
I leave your body in the dollar van, your brains on the curb
Staten Island *****z be the most superb
Laid back in the joint, just be smokin' the herb
(Chorus 2X)
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