Artist: Solomon Childs Album: Learn My Name Song: Fire At 'Em Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Solomon Childs] Yeah, we don't want that fat bitch, nigga... Yo... you can keep your fat ho, nigga, we don't want her.. haha... Uh, uh, yeah, nigga... told you muthafucka, I'm running this shit, nigga Niggas talking behind my fucking back, going to my mans Telling them niggas shit about me Stop fucking talking about me, nigga Fuck is wrong with you, man? Out with the old, in with the new, muthafucka [Chorus: Solomon Childs] Don't let 'em get too close to you If they do, open up and fire at 'em Open up and fire 'at am, open up and fire at 'em Keep ya friends close, as well as the enemies Close to you, so if they front, you can Open up and fire at 'em, open up and fire at 'em [Solomon Childs] Spit a genocide passion, verbal assassin Burgundy blood colored turbans, criminalized sermons Shots of burbon, suck dick and eat semen I have 'em sweat like the AIDS fever Vengeance like the emons, nine millimeter Ransom notes, your baby moms in the trunk, let the mack kiss 'me in the gut Laugh now, cry never, renaissance monopoly Black Italy, death if you smell sympathy This the point of no return, irritate 'em like a blister burn Scorch 'em like Jack Mack oil, wrap ya kids in aluminum foil, get 'em [Chorus] [Solomon Childs] Knowledge is superb, nigga, murder formula Collected felonies from greed, travel at a miraculous speed Thug shit on channel 187 Coming to you live on satellite Live that New York clap-you-in-your-stomach life Pipe game ya wife, spit out raps like prison blades I want all the money, I push dubs as well as the trades In the fashion of mafia order, blood thicker than water The hood on my side, believe me Speed at Mack 10, new Deini, new Guru Rap bulletproof red pujo, inherited mahogany waters, instutionalized Like Ma Ro Hutchinson on lock You a bitch, confined to keep lock, shit, I'm the new ad in Roc Slaughter your kings, blow your lock This the art of war, tell me, is you ready to die? [Chorus] [Outro: Solomon Childs] You already know, man, I'm telling you B-Town, slaughterhouses, Staten Island New York City, it's been a long time since Staten Island got they time to shine It's been a long time... it's been a long time...