Renegades - Solomon Childs

Invasion… like a TJ Hooker or some shit

We back again, nigga, shit.

see us nigga

Staten Island, you see us nigga

B-Town… Killa Hill, Staple Town, Jungle Nilz

Now Born.

check it…

Renegade… g-g-g-gat, g-g-g-gat, g-g-g-gat

Renegade… g-g-g-gat, g-g-g-gat, g-g-g-gat

Renegade… g-g-g-gat, g-g-g-gat, g-g-g-gat

Nah… they don’t want problems…

I stay sharp, lucky, whips and kicks

I stay sharp, lucky, whips and chicks

DrugDealer.com, NineMillimeter.com

KidnapYourKids.com

Solomon Childs, the black rose

Potent, product, with bank rolls

Boulevard street Godfather, done rows

Illegal money like Pete Rose

Tongue kissing project centerfolds

Your little bitch love when the kid flows

Who want it?

Who wanna ride for the Super Bowl

Grand imperial, after this year, I’mma have the hood ready to ride with me

Seriously, you better wanna ride with me

I’m beginning to think dudes think I’m a gimmick

Run through 'em like Boston in the pennant

Burn like gasoline through your fitted

Rock mine low, dickies and red

I cut a real rasta’s dred

You looking at your centerfolds, center piece

Mwah, to the death of your chief

Tales of the mark 'em home, cook coke game regime

He got clientele back in the hood like L.T.

and Mitch Green

Deal 'em with cake like porno, robberies on police photos

Starting to get hated, that’s the way I love it

You gon' sleep with a dead hundred, rosery beeds and blunted

You ain’t confident with yourself, so how could you want it?

Judgment day, torture, game day

I peel out your calf with a machet'

Hip hop style of Russian roulette

Super heavy back, intense like a Mexican bullets at

Whether the streets or jail, you gon' witness the metal clap

20th century dragon’s lair, black hood, black blazer

Black laser, using potatos for salads

To bust the heads of you juicy tomatoes

Don’t sway the way I sway, cuz majority bids

Sing in front of a crowd like Eric Benett

Smell yourself, you fly as the ground, be

But you dead, nigga, you already dead, nigga

Rough like alligator, you can see a real killer within

Look alive muthafucka or get buried alive, muthafucka

Master beats, this is music for dudes who wanna up stound

Tough guy shit, acting like the hammers ain’t around

Born in New York City, with that East Coast attitude, muthafucka