[Intro: Cappadonna] Homicide Hill, S.I., New York City Slow your roll, it's my word Slap all ya niggaz, I hate ya'll Aiyo, aiyo
[Cappadonna] These streets got the best of me, my lifestyle's corrupt It's jakes lookin' for Don, and I don't give a fuck Cuz my niggaz be on the block, ready to rock We got big bags of ready on us, one glock Feds makin' it hot, so I dipped off I smoke the ill idiot shit like Malakoff Me and my thug niggaz, too chipped off Staten Island be the land of the lost You can't front, you can't floss S.I. New York City, the burnt out apartments, the hallways that's gritty It's a pity we livin' this shit, cracks under my dick Feel my pain, if you know about this shit Dope in the toilet, money in the mattress We keep ratchets, and like niggaz up north, we fuck a fat bitch We eat octopus too, and we love the catfish
[Chorus 2X: Solomon Childs] The building of the most powerful dynasty We not just any stars, whether you be a murderer Or maybe the world just never heard of you Go 'head and play it out, this the role of ya lifetime
[Interlude: Solomon Childs (Cappadonna)] Shoot 'em up shit, nigga, shoot 'em up shit, nigga (Yeah bitch), yeah all up in your voicebox nigga
[Cappadonna] Yo, all ya'll bitch ass muthafuckas, ya'll ain't shit You actin' like you can't happen til I pop the clip Have your girl suckin' my dick, run in your crib and take chips You don't know me, I don't fuck around with ya'll, homie You can't hold me, fake ass niggaz owe me Big Don from the group home Sittin' on the front stoop smokin' a bone All ya'll hatin' ass niggaz, get one in your dome Or I'm up in the studio, playin' the phone I put hits on your fam, dog, now you alone So why you just not popular yet, I grab my tech And run around the blocks and demand respect It's the who? Nigga, Jay Bird, that's my word I leave your body in the dollar van, your brains on the curb Staten Island niggaz be the most superb Laid back in the joint, just be smokin' the herb