Solomon Childs, Ghostface Killah, Du-Lilz, Challace, Metta Sandiford-Artest - Shaolin Ta Q.B. lyrics

RonArtestcom, we got fire in
Here, you heard me, the Wu
World champion, yeah we up in here
We up in here uh huh (Du-Lilz, let's go baby)
Shaolin, what up? (Theodore Unit, Big O)
Shaolin and QB (The Wu, let's go) let's go

Solomon Childs
This thought is just a ghetto prophecy
With walls of animosity
'76 born and conceived in a world of grieve
Titled tomorrow 'the killas'll leave'
My poppa was a rolling stone
My poppa was a general
Shit, my momma had chrome
And also was a preacher's daughter
My projects was the meaning of slaughter
I had to get knocked down to stand still
New York City's new protocal, arson
I spit fire in the air like the Bronx
Music for niggas who kill NARC's
Black steel hawks
Associate with snakes and sharks
Solomon's art
My little brother had rusty skates
We ate Roy Rogers, and my pops cocaine gates
Word to blood, they gon' feel my wrath
Like Rakim, with the tommy guns in '88
We like Kane, be bout to set it straight

Let me zone, dun, brain waves flowing
Retarted pitbulls, steel clips and I'll pull
Hopped off, start four of us, pockets swollen
Get rocked dog, move away from chain smokers
Cocaine growers, propane throwers
Shaolin, QB, hold strange toasters
Tru Warrier Records, Enterprise connections
Heavy ass necklace, what hood you repping?
The change gon' come
But, I'm in it for that steady
Iron Horse to the Ferry
Blowing on that berry
Throwback killas, still rock Cuban Linx
I ain't hear nothing real
Ever since the Purple Tape
The vertical drop rise, smash ya top five
Got a burner, don't blast
That means you're not live
Wu Tang hit's, I bone your chick in a beehive
Kick her ass out
With just a pair of knee highs
I don't really care, just give me respect
Had the whole Queensbridge, we in video sets
Yea crud love, and Theodore Unit
Anti-social, you hear us in the movie

Yo, I hold a track like Jevon Kearse
Get money while ya'll faggot niggas on thirst
X-X-X, you just build with no doctors
Freaks is hot
Shutting Enron down, like the square is out
In '89, Starter jackets and my Rakim grind
Combined, I like peace in the pop'em signs
Or Akim at clear, in them mosh hill times
Or RK
Showing wallets when it's time to shine

Gangstas and Ghostface Killahs
Cold murderous boy
You heard of QB, yea, there's a herd of us
Street smart lyric industry can't get us
Tourbuses and drop tops, get with us
Hennessey heating up the liver
Got ya in a clutch
One second left, I deliver
One shot right through the neck of the Nets
Reppin' AQ2, kid, Buddah Bless
I rap because I wanna, aight
It's off my chest
Yes, I'm a rapper and I wanna be the best
Why settle for less, Solomon, Trife
Theodore Unit rep
You gotta take it, just to earn your respect
Next up, I believe that's me
Pass the mic to golden dog, the game, RIP
I'm higher than a fence when
I'm jumping over trees
And Challace in the game
So you lames at ease
And it's Crud Love, QB, Shaolin
Got a belt, long purple, sippin' on Henn
Where shall I begin
Full court press, all around the best
Ron under the net, show respect
Protect Ya Neck
Blueberry track, cuz we back, playing chess
Sippin' on a Heineken
The building blowing black
None the less, laser tech, we block
You will prep for the set, nigga, yea
We in it to the death
Cheddar chasing, don't be a medical patient
Cuz niggas is erasing any type of altercation