[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)]

There's gon be a monster when we give birth to this shit

(Killarm' never mind who sponsor this shit)

Grab ya fat Mac's, hoodies and clips, abord the shit

(If you're for the cause, niggas jump off!)



[P.R. Terrorist]

Yo, You hardly qualify, fuckin with I, Terrorist die

I'm never calm, niggas scheme on gold and plat' charms

with leathers and goose feathers on, and never felt the weather warm

It's hot like when the sweater's torn, from the letter, Desert Storm

My resume was never sorn, I'm sharper than a cactus thorn

My practice on the pace of juggler, his ass is gone

Backdraft's the norm', exposed to chemical bombs

Criminal's, 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 blows'll leave ya body frozen stiff

Terrorist niggas shoot the gift

Don't 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

It's hard to stay humble and act calmly

and walk the streets without a nine on me

when it feel like someone's plottin on me, like they got the drop on me

but I got somethin hot on me that'll fuck ya world up terribly

So FUCK with me, I'm 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

That's what he taught me, observed his words and took heed respectfully

That's why real niggas 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 niggas is fightin, Shaolin vikings

We wild like Hitler, drunk on German Heinekens

Bullets blow through ya shit, General Wise let the macs spit again

Snake nigga 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 that'll murder ya block

Murder the cops, murder stick-up kids who circle the rock



[Beretta 9]

Yo, submit to my kill, my niggas stand still

and always what will, be, all that I can be, don't see

not in your peripheral, that be the last hit you see

Me, Killarm', we still indispensible

Yield to the strong, weak niggas not permisable

You won't make it through this song, Beretta's not your typical

One shot reciprocal, bust mine one time so ya mind stay Digital



[Killa Sin]

Eh-yo, some say this nigga like hoo wop for you dillingers

Pop this cop killin in ya cylinder

Administer wisdom shots 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 x2]