You Gonna Love Me Lyrics

[Intro: Solomon Childs]
Exclusive, S. Childs, believe me
That's right.. come on...
Yeah... Body town... New York City
Yeah, Broadway & Henderson, get ready

[Solomon Childs]
Got my own killa slang and dances
Certain hammers for certain circumstances
These the roads of Allah deeds, knawahmean?
I took the advances, and bulletproofed the Suburbans
No handouts, stay earning mine
The hood hate to see a nigga, shine, now I know
That a hoe, gonna always be a hoe
And twenty three's, can't fit on an '98 Tahoe
And ain't no superstars coming off ApolloSolomon Childs - You Gonna Love Me - http://motolyrics.com/solomon-childs/you-gonna-love-me-lyrics.html
And chicks frontin' 'round the way with them tongue rings
Don't swallow, my mind was raped as a child
Rocky could of never beat Apollo
The feds could of never caught Alpo
P. Diddy would of never fell for a bird like J-Lo
Shit, this power to the peso, woola heads representing
Staten Island's criminal slums, we got the dirtiest sweatpants
But bet we got bullets in the guns, a ass full of jums
Blood all over your burberry, do what I gotta do to eat
Eat what I gotta eat, nigga

[Outro: Solomon Childs]
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S. Childs... twenty oh three...