[Intro: sample from "Gladiator"]
The Gods favor you, red is the God's color
You will need their help today...
[Chorus 2X: G-Clef Da Mad Komposa]
This is k**a sh**, acid spit
Turn the heat up, let 'em bake
Fake miscellaneous, birth spontaneous
Put it work, Mediterranean, the Capo Regime
Street Degrees; Shaolin to Queens
[Solomon Childs]
Business as usual, never sloppy, murder motherf**ers, casual
Gun game, target aim, beauti'fal, team that's suited about
n***as that don't bull, but pull and k**, big money, but I'm hard to k**
I'm equipped with more than sk**s, Staten Island
Land of the murder hills, and dead end blocks
Rosco and the c**aine dealers, got the same Glocks
I'm dedicated to the blocks, dedicated to them pushing the rocks
Pushing dead bodies off the peers, I ain't Usher, I don't wanna 'burn'
Push ya silly a** down the stairs, advice, hennessy and purple haze
Clear your fears and have you growing chest hairs, n***a
[Chorus 2X]
[Solomon Childs]
You know it's songs like this, that give k**as like this
High temperature, just wanna see the foam coming outta cowards mouth
Big up to them gangstas, wildin' in the dirty south
f** game playing, I want world power, throw in the towel, boom, like gun powder
You heard the Jada, c**aine scales that'll weigh the whales
Felonies, outside and inside of jails
VSOP, Newports, we starving, n***a we starting
Like gasoline fires, game over, quiet, now retire
Two attempts, beat one prior, and ain't nobody gonna get the 'best of me'
Homey, like I was Mya, flip a beat like Hezekiah
This is real liver, straight fire, baby, baby