(feat. 9th Prince, T.M.F)



[Intro: Trife (No Smiles)]

Yeah, yeah, T.M.F., yeah

Killarm', let it be known, niggas

Just know.. (You'll be wet, niggas)

Uh-huh



[Chorus x2: Trife]

We toss niggas off the stage if they ain't liven it up

Have all you scared to death niggas hidin' up in the cut

Y'all play the bathroom, what, you afraid to get bust?

T.M.F. and Killarm' you better Roll With the Rush



[Trife]

We unstoppable, tryin' block me is impossible

I blow through obstacles and spread out like hair folicles

Powerful, watch you every move, have niggas follow you

All alone ya bust off ya chrome in the abdominal

Comical, derelicts, killa Beretta kicks

Better rip, shootin' at random so you better dip

Crime and Smiles the kinda niggas I get cheddar wit

Confederate, build on the things that we inherited

Came close to death situations and live to tell of it

And bitches for the hell of it claimin' that they celibate

Knowin' damn well they've been fuckin' for years

Gettin' niggas for they dough and still couple for gear

I got this shit that these heads been wantin' to hear

Somethin' for they ear, got M.C.'s runnin' in fear

Yo we comin' this year, nuclear bombs explode

Get Devo', crush ya ego, bust and reload

I could take it to the line and shoot free throws

Water, my shit is net, you get wet for tryin' to creep slow

Throwin' weak blows, eh-yo I eat those



[9th Prince]

Eh-yo! Eh-yo!

Eh-yo, I'm a sky-scraper, 9th Prince the vampire slayer

Wu-Tang player hater, M.C. space invader

Invade ya territory like the force of Darth Vader

Analog niggas stuck in pissy elevators

Killa Hill Projects, you can't dissect

Undercover cops, Unidentified Flying Objects

Machine gat raps for niggas sellin' cracks, get stuck with thumb tacks

T.M.F. wave the ooh-wops, 9th Prince on the map



[Chorus x2]



[No Smiles]

Tommy, send niggas home bloody to they mommy

Scuffed up, roughed up, lumped up

Touched with tremendous, blows to the appendix

Smack you in the brain, leave ya like Marlon Wayans, senseless

Bone crush, head dented, I'm demented

Breeze through the entrance, smellin' like trees and the wet shit

Luke Skywalkin' on some bench shit

Schemin' on the next necklace, check this

Point blank, if you ain't bustin' tanks, don't mention my name

I bring tension like pain

Headed in the wrong direction on the train

Crush dum' it, nigga I'm tight with my crew

When I wink my eyelash that means blast at you

Travel fast, they call me Two-Two

I'm too live, my 2 Live Crew'll blind you

The boys that wear that white and blue will find you

Stuck to the suction gate in Silver Lake

I catch burn off of, any record in the crate

Old school, new school, I'm hot and cool

All time rhyme great with the microphone too

Make you jump out ya chair and act like a fool

Snuff the man next to you on some hype shit

Prepare it like this, I'm next to Gumbo, with the spices

Bad jumble so you know the fiends is gon' like this

High prices, sky, touchin' the nicest

Eternal wise, the God's righteous

Fall back niggas, I call all my shots

Y'all niggas get rocked



[Chorus x2]



[P.R. Terrorist]

Apocalyptic rhyme, droppin' hot signs of all kinds

Holdin' nines, readin' signs from niggas who do crimes

Keep in mind, there's a lot of niggas, that's tryin' to shine

But they all can't, I narrowed it down, I gotta get mine

Like last month's rent, have niggas hidin' in tents

Lyrics, that I invent, torment, and leave a dent

Have you bent, com-ment the kid as excellent

He derived from Puerto Rican descent, strike like a serpent

The album needs parental consent, explicit content

War merchant, as spoke, could leave mics and spots broken

No joke, real aggressive and shit when I'm provoken

I cipher on stage, engage the ball Riker

Shit I'm tougher than the the leather on the back of a biker

Back snapper, floor grappler, with moves, a vicious striker

You need a diaper for the shit that you talk, prolific writer

Make you dance, make you cry and experience why

I'm the best at what I do and not a man can deny

Slice ya ass up, Colombian necktie, you die



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