Solomon Childs - Out Think Me Now lyrics

The storm is [Chorus: x2] Females better try to trick me now Cats better try and Out Think Me Now Stick me now, maybe even k** me now Let me dominate for two years strong You motherf**ers'll never stop the storm What? Yeah Uh-huh, what? Yeah You cowards follow, I'ma lead Millennium speed, Jeopardy, Greed Golden seed, militant breed This is all a real thug need Science of life dunn, black Oriental Forever bronze to star, day room war Apocalypse raw Limit the sky, let me simplic-ify Mama said, "God should never cry" War with The Source, ya girl know me, straight live Found out swine was in Pop Tarts in '85 You old school cats is talkin' jive 320 E, bumping Tony Starks sh** I don't trust a soul I don't trust Can*l Street gold I don't trust Timberland's double sole I don't trust cats on the block who done told I don't trust Avirex leathers when it be cold Settin' fire to ya rap books Frontin' you could get punched in ya mouth King of New York, this is what a thug about [Chorus: x2] Uh, yeah Apocalypse gifted storm, eyes of Islam Pain inside Maria eyes Money low got the Gods in the streets heated Left the Queens in the world seated Two kids my baby mom's speeded Poverty, swears Allah cheated Keep it strawberry, catchin' cancer Missin' the World Series Solomon Childs extraordinaire Power of the dollar Body Brighton, Allah body Thugged out, ready to flip 2000 New York rookie Hard to hit, who want beef? Put 'em on the murder cross, imperial laws Consider me bein top rank With Pony and Frank Yo what the deal, Lunar? No more small cookies Rather get paid and crush rookies Me and Mama gettin land with this voice box Tracks hotter than the Red Sox Who ever had doubts.. Yo Baby Boy, this is what a thug about [Chorus: x2] The storm is