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(Intro: ShoGun Assason (Killa Sin))
Yo, uh-huh, Nah, nah, nah, you know how to feel the deal baby?
We gon strike (Killarm 9-9, 2000)
(Chorus: P.R. Terrorist (Killa Sin))
Theres gon be a monster when we give birth to this ****
(Killarm never mind who sponsor this ****)
Grab ya fat Macs, hoodies and clips, abord the ****
(If youre for the cause, ****** jump off!)
(P.R. Terrorist)
Yo, You hardly qualify, ** **** with I, Terrorist die
Im never calm, ****** scheme on gold and plat charms
with leathers and goose feathers on, and never felt the weather warm
Its hot like when the sweaters torn, from the letter, Desert Storm
My resume was never sorn, Im sharper than a cactus thorn
My practice on the pace of juggler, his ass is gone
Backdrafts the norm, exposed to chemical bombs
Criminals, cons, thug drug dealers they carry arms
in they crotches, with CREAM, bulgin out they sock-es
Obnoxious, keep lyrics sicker than purple blotches
on ya body, machine gambino like John Gotti
with a snotty nose, nobody blowsll leave ya body frozen stiff
Terrorist ****** shoot the gift
Dont rift, I spill it like a bottle of Cris
( ShoGun Assason)
Continue my daily plans and strategies
to rid myself of the problems that bother me
Its hard to stay humble and act calmly
and walk the streets without a nine on me
when it feel like someones plottin on me, like they got the drop on me
but I got somethin hoton me thatll **** ya world up terribly
So **** with me, Im gone off the PCP
Blair Witch brew, OE and Henny
Hoodie, mask and gloves to hide the identity
Stay alert, move on ya clones and act quickly
Thats what he taught me, observed his words and took heed respectfully
Thats why real ****** move silent and deadly
{*echoes *}
(Chorus)
(9th Prince)
Eh-yo, eh-yo, 9th Prince and Killa Bamz in the lobby
At 1077, Body Brighton
Dirty cops and grimy * ***** is fightin, Shaolin vikings
We wild like Hitler, drunk on German Heinekens
Bullets blow through ya ****, General Wise let the macs spit again
Snake ***** did a whirlwind, shot him in the mouth,
Shell exit through his chin
Killa Sin had the tre-pound, I had the four-pound
Laid him down on the compound, no smiles, wise men speak without a sound
Six-four, two-hundred and five pounds
Killarm, murder with glocks thatll murder ya block
Murder the cops, murder stick-up kids who circle the rock
(Beretta 9)
Yo, submit to my kill, my ****** stand still
and always what will, be, all that I can be, dont see
not in your peripheral, that be the last hit you see
Me, Killarm, we still indispensible
Yield to the strong, weak ****** not permisable
You wont make it through this song, Berettas not your typical
One shot reciprocal, bust mine one time so ya mind stay Digital
(Killa Sin)
Eh-yo, some say this ***** like hoo wop for you dillingers
Pop this cop killin in ya cylinder
Administer wisdomshots to finish ya
The sinister slay rhymes, flame nines, hundred bar hang time
Bang like freight trains on the same line
We spray blocks, state-of-the-art, top material
Paid to knock, these razor sharp generals play they part
Now the trademark, engraved in the hearts of true followers
Czar fellas model skateboard is cradle robbers
and politics of sons and daughters, so they acknowledge us
Black man intelligence, supreme mind dominant
Killarm blew it on the map, remain permanent
Wu-Tang and Sunz stay controllin this circumference
(Chorus 2X)