Solomon Childs - You in the Wrong Place lyrics

[Intro: Solomon Childs] Yeah! Aiyo, Kay Slay! What's popping homey! East Side Gangsta! We run New York! Theodore Unit! The movie, enjoy a cla**ic [Chorus: Solomon Childs] You in the wrong place, like you fell down an avalanche Into a wolf pack, and your legs crumbled You in the wrong place, like your plane blew up And you all alone in the jungle You in the wrong place, like you drowning Where the piranha's go You in the wrong place, like the reverand's last word In the chair on d**h row [Solomon Childs] Color is burgundy, all over my apparrel Like a hunter with bear's blood on a bow and arrow Project wars, submit the dry blood And I don't know what it is I done been through so many Timb's The in and out of jail bids, and from here on out You cowards can't win, face it sh**, you don't want d**h on your conscience You don't wanna swing swords, regardless Speak light, with that gladiator k**er, one often Before ya insides, start running down ya sides Like faucets, or be known as the king That walked out the coffins, Scarface, Charles Bronson portraits All over the fortress, souveneirs from the enemy's body The smell'll leave you nautious [Chorus] [Solomon Childs] I don't know what it is, I wake up with war on my skull When you eat in the hood, your razors get dull I can't call it, I got Cacksaki correctional walls in my dreams But still I can't stop the schemes, million dollar regimes Imagine the taste of blood, when an alligator first taste it Here's the sounds, coming live, from the gorilla cages Full metal bulletproof jacket rages, I can't wait for the revolution So I can start at the police stations The toast at your little man's head sh**, I love it when your wifey begs I wan't money like c**aine kings I mean business, gon' have me mail you ya general's legs [Interlude: Solomon Childs] n***a, f** is really good, what's really hood? Theodore Unit, it's the movie, yo, Kay Slay I told you, I had you, I told you, n***a [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Solomon Childs] Holla at you, n***a, brat East side n***a, where the gangstas ride And a n***a...