Poison - Solomon Childs

Yeah, yeah… that’s what I’m talking about

Gangsta shit… yeah

Chiefs and cowards, I represent that poison

Like the white smoke from the Twin Towers

Or when you wake up, in the middle of the night, and your body is shaking

Like the feds from the insinuations, that these cowards is making

I represent that poison, nigga I ain’t playing, fucker

This how it feels to be overpowered, I’ll back out a zoo on your cowards

From bulldogs to hogs, you bout to be in the belly of war

Ain’t no time for talk, a team of snakes, that slither like centipedes

Only niggas who hesitate bleed, I’m from the mark 'em homes

Go 'head and talk slick, and see more hammers than the Garden and R. Kelly

Nothing but sly bitches and crackhead clientele

Call me on the celly, I used to see visions of myself

Being paralyzed, I guess I beat the odds, or maybe it was the fact

I learnt how to hit hammers, with the presence of God

I breathe to express, one of the livest niggas left

I’mma have Ghost retire, and settle down with some seeds in Bolivia

I shall run the town, pound for pound, toe to toe

Blow for blow, your bitch is a washed up mob hoe

Pull out the calico and let the cavalry go

Rest in peace to the God Imf, Juny and O.D.

Bob’s a snitch

Don Makaveli’s a pimp, free radio, gorilla general status

Like Big Un, east side, the Sha Blood and N. O

Big Den, husky bar brawls, the board put a stern on Benny Boy

But don’t worry when you get home, the block’s size by the pennies, boy

Reminiscing, like loaded hammers at the Denny’s, out of town, boy

And ain’t nothing about me soft, and if we gotta kill off Officer Brown

Karrell won’t see up north, nigga

Yeah, street shit, nigga

What you know about that crack, nigga?