Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song This 4, artist - Solomon Childs. Date of issue: 03.03.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
This 4 |
| New York… the finest, yup |
| Yeah, uh-huh, here we go |
| Rule number one, never let bygones be bygones |
| New York icon, kid Beneton |
| Style is so violent, by Louie Faton |
| From day one, told you cats was real |
| The models, hold mine, mistake you for yo mills |
| We thugged out, but when a brother fails |
| I pledge allegiance to hold mine, lyrics is strapped wit heat |
| Winter time, I’m a bad boy, get ya guns off, like I was Shyne |
| Studyin' the lines’ll make ya soloist |
| To the industry, I’m puttin' on locks (Lox) like I was Jadakiss |
| Packin' 'em in, playoff time wit the New York Knicks |
| Clueminati, spring time’s stick-up car six |
| Until ya make times of provin' me wrong, shit I’m the illest nigga doin' this |
| Rakim of the 2000, I bet a thousand |
| Just to have project niggas hatin' in housin' |
| Mama said, baby, you know they save the best for last |
| First album, 700,000 advanced |
| Goin' for mine, I’mma die by any circumstance |
| Nobody move, nobody’ll get hurt |
| It’s my time, my time around |
| This 4 worldwide niggas who flip bricks |
| Fuck a fly bitch, trey-sixes out the dices |
| This 4 rooster bitches that strip coke |
| Be in ya man’s pockets whether he sleep or woke |
| This 4 thugs up north, taped up wit books |
| Ice picks ready to die, catchin' a juk |
| For the fam, ya’ll, from New York to L. A |
| Crushin' bodies of Hennessey, takin' over |
| Solomon Childs, platinum dog, never gold |
| Frontin' ya hetero', rather have Uptown girls like Billy Joel |
| Hollow tips in the biscuits, pretty boy shit never Lord |
| This the militant flow, rock iceberg sweaters wit leather coats |
| While your on the row, possess a hell of a show time |
| At the Apollo, silly niggas, huh, go 'head and play desperado |
| Nigga, get caught sleepin' if ya want to |
| Fuck around and get clapped up like them kids in Colorado |
| Shit is real, it’s 2Pac fuckin' Faith, no money in my pockets |
| Everything be up in the safe |
| This is my time, I’m on a worldwide rampage |
| Paragraphs be action like an arcade |
| Maria child, son, be front page |
| I back pretty nines, no more 12 gauge (who want it?) |
| My wrists frozen, I created an Ice Age (who want it?) |
| You cats is scarred, that I’mma get paid |
| My style Harvard, you cats is first grade |
| Gettin' serious, New York, Tony Danza |
| Takin' over, I’m as serious as cancer |
| Bottom line… King of New York |
| When I rob, I rob to eat and stack a bill |
| Some people think that I’m sittin' on top the world |
| And if I be shootin' at you dog, then I’m shootin' to kill |
| Some people think I’m, sittin' on top the world |
| Give 'em shit |
| Money like Ron Montana, do the knowledge to the thug talk |
| Snake nigga, 5 to 15 years of my life represented in Cat Sacky, New York |
| Married to the mob, dog, I’m comin' off like Carlos Rosa |
| Two B.M., in the suit wit Toyota |
| Twenties on a M-Class drop, product got crackheads yellin' |
| Nigga you better never stop |
| Lyrics attack like two pig-nose pitbulls |
| Rambo and Sheet-rock, champagne glasses, wit the cold Valentine ill |
| Money like Marvin and poppy deal |
| I came up, Mahoney’s park, Now Born dynasty |
| The industry could never be live as me |
| Hit off semi-automatic's dog |
| Watch niggas jump like Shawn Kemp, females say I got game like a Chicago pimp |
| We here now, you poppin' shit niggas better be ready to ball |
| Dealin' wit more fly bitches than the Albie Square Mall |
| Fuck friends, dog, who want it? |
| Comin' for all of ya’ll (that's right), comin' for all of ya’ll… |
| (You heard, all of y’all) |
| That’s right, this is it right here |
| King of New York |