Lyrics My Prerogative - Solomon Childs

My Prerogative

Word? Come on, man\nThis is it. this for the thugs.\nYeah… you know?\nLike I hold New York, I got nothing but ransom\nI’m in it for the takeover, you feel me? Listen\nThis for niggaz round the way still pushing cookies\nThe World of Shaolin, Ken Griffey at the plate, rookie\nYou niggaz hood rat pussy, pardon me, Allah\nShit, I’m still in the struggle, my team known\nFor holding nine milli', gettin' round the way millies\nOctopuss, gambling in the state New York\nDaddy old school, son, hold my dick when I walk\nAnd I cram to understand, why brothers, don’t be maxing\nYou two thousand niggaz is lucky, '89 stick-up niggaz\nStarted relaxing, code of the streets\nWinter time, North Faces silent with the Smith & Wesson\nI’m taught, no more adolescents, this is how the hood sound\nWhen we cry, a wise God told me\nMilk slows down the high, bull room therapy\nWe locked in, I drop songs, that keep thugs guns coughing\nIf we was mobsters, you’d be the one getting hit up\nIf we was pitbulls, you’d be the one getting bit up\nBitch, you’d get smacked up, for being out of line, kid\nWe left 'em blinded, f**k a rap deal, forever be criminal minded\nLiving my life, ya’ll talk what ya wanna talk, I’mma live my life\nEverybody talking, all the stuff about me\nWhy can’t they just let me live?\nI don’t need permission, make my own decisions\nThat’s my prerogative\nThis is real life, I’m giving New York, my real life\nI got guns that split kitchen\nGot more coke head friends than Todd Bridges\nThis for the holes in my momma’s socks\nListen, this rap shit don’t work\nI’mma return to criminal plots\nThis is tug-of-war, I hope the time stop\nThis be the 25 to life in Comstock\nFour kids, who try’nna die broke?\nI’d rather see the gunsmoke, you jealous bitches\nThis is ghetto life, who try’nna play me?\nRhymes will put you on the block with me\nYou can’t hear I’m hungry, the motto’s, by another means necessary\nYou get the money, and not for nothing\nMy baby mother’s, think I’m some kinda dummy\nLike I’mma blow a nigga, get half of some kinda money\nThat’s right, it’s all about me\nThis is what a thug about…\nMy hood… Body Brighton\nYeah…