Hollywood Actors - Solomon Childs

No more talking, yeah

I’mma talk to them, first, man

Talk to them, fo’sho

Believe me man

No more politicking, I’m network channeling

You stick to holding hands, bitch

I stick to manhandling, gun handling

Hustler, nigga, a picture rip a bud, if you rambling

Ain’t no future and frontin', like you some kind of killer

We know you was pussy as Nick Cannon

Gun advancing, rachet’ll put a hole in ya back with a cannon

Niggaz talking wreckless, putting on shows for street hype

One on one, scared of the fist fight

Talking that I’m on parole, shit, and that’s why I don’t come out at night

What happens when it comes time for you to growl and bite?

Happens when it comes time for you to bang out?

What happens when you up north, and it comes time for you to shit out?

Or when ya man hit you with the ice pick

From the mess hall, cause the work gotta be put out, haggler

Listen, homey, your man murdered four niggaz down south

And there’s a reward, would you have his back?

Or would you tell him how the blood poor

In witness protection, on the concord, nigga

Surrounded by these street life, hollywood actors

These niggaz not gangstas

These niggaz not real

Believe me, what I’m tellin’you, dog

Nexus, and we just put a hole in your system

Listen homey, you don’t wanna die a victim

Or live life scared on how punishment will inflict him

On shut down alert, from Staten Island, to BK, to Far Rockaway

Childs, the doctor, yo watch me operate

Fourth quarter in the hole, watch me penetrate

I’m for hire, a proper hammer from state to state

And at this present time and date, I have now been appointed

To have the industry shake, like an uptown chick with a thong

Take, you motherfuckers got issues

So bring ya bitch ass problems to Ricki Lake, for peat’s sake

Momma, they done let me in, and there’s much money to take

There’s just so much a nigga can take

Just so much a nigga can fucking take

That’s right, yeah

I’m Staten Island, nigga

Fuck who else is hearing, man

I’m what Staten Island’s about, nigga

Beantown, Body Brighton, all day, every day

Broadway and Henderson, jew-els, gleaming

Oh-tray-one, homey