Solomon Childs - Aggressor lyrics

[Intro: Solomon Childs] Whoo! Fo' sho' Louie, help me out baby, come on! Frank Nitty! Nexus! The final frontier, come on [Chorus: Solomon Childs] It's ya life, is you try'nna be the aggressor Or will you panic from the pressure Whether the criminal or street professor Will you die as a leader, or will you die as the messenger It's ya life, how you wanna spend it Or answer this, how ya try'nna live it Will you die as a leader, or will you die as the messenger [Solomon Childs] n***as say I walk around like a wild animal Hispanic version of Anthony Hopkins, Hannibal Mama raised me to be a gentleman, papa raised me to be a cannibal 20-04, ignite the poison in a n***a heart, flamable Try to show these b**h a** n***as loyalty Put aside the fact, that I was royalty And done seen everything but Christ And them n***as who said, that they coming to k** me Grew up being told, if there's a will, there's a way And if you follow the rules, things'll go smooth But really, who was they try'nna to fool? Listen, dog, had to learn the hard way That life ain't easy, and that every man's for self And majority want bloodshed for one's wealth Coming up was no extra money for karate cla**es So I couldn't be a black belt, but learned how to Clean and bang a nine millimeter, enough, to have a boulevard melt From since I was young, sh**, they said I was the coming Yo so hijo del dio, I was a prophet then, and I'm a prophet now So ya'll get ready, cuz the time is now (Look into my eyes n***a, do I look like I'm playing?) [Chorus] [Solomon Childs] This prophecy I'm seeing real figures, so I could raise a school of k**as Solomon Childs, the east coast backdraft Teach 'em how to count bullets, teach 'em how to calculate math So papi young town won't jerk 'em, so the labels won't jerk 'em Put 'em on the trials of life, and think that'll hurt 'em It's critically acclaimed, might hurt 'em What's taught when the dogs is out, that the homey gotta work 'em And when the snakes is out, got a lock on they doors, shake 'em sh**, they said I was a little wiz Back when I had a crush on Silvia from Park Hill And soon they brothers who wopped you had four pen The motto ain't changed -- k** a n***a 'fore a n***a k** you On the run from the government's draft, I feel like Ali in his prime Just gotta be a better phase, money ain't the same in the hood nowadays I'm watching n***as watch me, already started to scheme on me No matter, I'm already starting to scheme on ya'll Supreme court on my back, baby mother on my back n***as on the block will never me on my back n***a, climbin' ya jaw, like when the Black Panthers... [Chorus] [Outro: Solomon Childs] What cha gonna do? That's the question What cha gonna do? n***a, asking what's really good It's what you really gonna do, that's what's really popping n***a, climbin' your jaw