Solomon Childs - You Gonna Love Me lyrics

[Intro: Solomon Childs] Exclusive, S. Childs, believe me That's right.. come on... Yeah... Body town... New York City Yeah, Broadway & Henderson, get ready [Solomon Childs] Got my own k**a slang and dances Certain hammers for certain circumstances These the roads of Allah deeds, knawahmean? I took the advances, and bulletproofed the Suburbans No handouts, stay earning mine The hood hate to see a n***a, shine, now I know That a hoe, gonna always be a hoe And twenty three's, can't fit on an '98 Tahoe And ain't no superstars coming off Apollo And chicks frontin' 'round the way with them tongue rings Don't swallow, my mind was raped as a child Rocky could of never beat Apollo The feds could of never caught Alpo P. Diddy would of never fell for a bird like J-Lo sh**, this power to the peso, woola heads representing Staten Island's criminal slums, we got the dirtiest sweatpants But bet we got bullets in the guns, a a** full of jums Blood all over your burberry, do what I gotta do to eat Eat what I gotta eat, n***a [Outro: Solomon Childs] Yeah, yeah... heh... Bless Entertainmment Yeah, exclusive... arms, the click S. Childs... twenty oh three...