Solomon Childs - The Campaign lyrics

[Intro: Solomon Childs] Aiyo D, you know what They don't really be comin' to Shaolin actin' like they want it They don't really want it [Chorus: Solomon Childs] I'm 'bout the thug where ya checks at? To ya sweet life, I'mma bring the stress back For them j**els and them things, plus invest that Solomon Childs'll move on ya vest cats [Solomon Childs] Here comes the ride, reincarnated alumni Ya whole time livin' a lie, Pillage once again Correct direction, caught ya frontin' in the high post section Face off ejection, lockin' it down, b**h runnin' ya town Lyrics on when ya face millennium pace appeal wit ma**es Stole off kids, talk to fast, Colombian gold and bra**es While you and ya mob at the club sippin' champagnes We underground at the campaign, and body ya red when it rain Nightmares stay in ya click like Dana Jame, this the man's dream Cuban Link rugby, you couldn't catch wouldn't f** wit me Now I got the pull to plug me, so many playin' fly guy All ya'll playin' the fly guy, King of New York runnin' this [Chorus] [Solomon Childs] Lyrical bulldozer, whilin' like I'm supposed to Supreme composer, wildcats sware to God, we went to Villanova, Colombian necktie What up Fly Ty? You shall redeem, press ya bu*t twice, watch them scream Get Superb like the Cream Team, eloheim, ear from ear Dream Team, of the sound like Stetsasonic Straight live, we found wit Kelly, it's b-bonics Trench runners, T.M.F. and C-gunnaz Universal master, to ya heard, B? I'm next comin' to Flex, so now, ya better call me My theory is razzle, ya'll can never harm me I brozzle like Bob Marley, battery in ya back raps, Body Brighton, boulevard black I'm comin' for real, the industry is soon kneel I'm gettin' it done, ya'll, wit no rap deal [Chorus 2X] [Hook 4X: Solomon Childs] Ya'll cats ain't crazy frontin' Actin' ya'll ready to wet somethin, yeah [Solomon Childs] Liver than twin gem stars, behind bars A clip of luxury cars, eyes redder than Mars Starvin', a whole lot of New York walkin' And stalkin', cats wit no actions, just a whole lotta talkin' If it ain't blunts, it's co*ktails, Valentine ails You shoot 'em a rap tales, it's stale Been doin' mine since river stakes and Sisqo wines Blowin' holes responsible, for child support Lyrics overload, what's all the New York's roads Battin' a thousand like the Montreal Expos I told you I wasn't playin' (stupid!), I told you about my world [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Solomon Childs] Uh-huh, listen I'mma tell ya'll one time, and one time only This is my world, my life, my time You heard? It's millennium sh**