Staten Island Stand Up

Intro: Solomon Childs]

Yeah.. kill 'em.. mothafucka..

[Chorus: Solomon Childs]

Q-Borough with the Mac's up

Staten Island Stand Up

Brooklyn, forever act up

Harlem World, forever on the stack up

The BX'll leave you clapped up

[Solomon Childs]

To this game be like Ron Harper

Work out more hammers than fat bitches work with Jane Fonda

A bite with poison, like an anaconda

West Brighton, New York City, the sponsor

Theodore Unit, gorillas in the contra

East Coast monster, Solomon Childs the conquer

We in the years where the summers are shorter and the winters are colder

The blood runnin' through the babies' veins are darker

Keep the cannons in the parker

Never "Who that?", see that? Eat that, never been a champagne sipper

Stay bent off the Remi/Dom, skipper

Fuck bodyguards, respect armed robbery, dog

Stretched out, blowin' Newports

Back to back, enjoy the classic of criminal acts

From the School of Hard Knocks, bulletproof trucks and glocks

[Hook: Shawn Wigs]

It's that Einstein Theodore theory, street philosophies

Step foot on our block, it's no way possibly

Guns too big for you to ever try stoppin' me

Talk out ya mouth, you better speak properly

[Solomon Childs]

20-04 bloodsport (come on), haywire like garlic anemi' in Southport

No remorse (no), report more bloodbaths than Dan Rathers in Iraq (yeah)

Ya done seen me in more facilities up North than the sightin's of 2Pac

For the first time you got an MC with hunger (get 'em!)

Kill for land like guerilla fighters in Baghdad

Pillows of haze the size of Glad bags (yeah)

S. Childs (uh-huh) a/k/a/ Street Glory (get 'em!)

This a true story, straight beef

I'll leave you for dead under the subway stairs like cold cheeks (get 'em!)

Get ready for the new founded East Coast beasts

[Chorus x2]

[Outro: Solomon Childs (Shawn Wigs)]

Mothafucka, lookin' all stupid in ya mothafuckin' face (uh-hu.. yeah)

Reportin' live from Def Jam, nigga (oh shit!)

Move, move (This is Theodore theory.. stand up!)