Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Staten Island Stand Up, artist - Solomon Childs. Date of issue: 03.03.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Staten Island Stand Up |
| Q-Borough with the Mac’s up\nStaten Island Stand Up\nBrooklyn, forever act up\nHarlem World, forever on the stack up\nThe BX’ll leave you clapped up\nTo this game be like Ron Harper\nWork out more hammers than fat bitches work with Jane Fonda\nA bite with poison, like an anaconda\nWest Brighton, New York City, the sponsor\nTheodore Unit, gorillas in the contra\nEast Coast monster, Solomon Childs the conquer\nWe in the years where the summers are shorter and the winters are colder\nThe blood runnin' through the babies' veins are darker\nKeep the cannons in the parker\nNever «Who that?», see that? Eat that, never been a champagne sipper\nStay bent off the Remi/Dom, skipper\nFuck bodyguards, respect armed robbery, dog\nStretched out, blowin' Newports\nBack to back, enjoy the classic of criminal acts\nFrom the School of Hard Knocks, bulletproof trucks and glocks\nIt’s that Einstein Theodore theory, street philosophies\nStep foot on our block, it’s no way possibly\nGuns too big for you to ever try stoppin' me\nTalk out ya mouth, you better speak properly\n20−04 bloodsport (come on), haywire like garlic anemi' in Southport\nNo remorse (no), report more bloodbaths than Dan Rathers in Iraq (yeah)\nYa done seen me in more facilities up North than the sightin’s of 2Pac\nFor the first time you got an MC with hunger (get 'em!)\nKill for land like guerilla fighters in Baghdad\nPillows of haze the size of Glad bags (yeah)\nS. Childs (uh-huh) a/k/a/ Street Glory (get 'em!)\nThis a true story, straight beef\nI’ll leave you for dead under the subway stairs like cold cheeks (get 'em!)\nGet ready for the new founded East Coast beasts\nMothafucka, lookin' all stupid in ya mothafuckin' face (uh-hu. yeah)\nReportin' live from Def Jam, nigga (oh shit!)\nMove, move (This is Theodore theory. stand up!) |