9th Prince

9th Prince - Slang killaz songtekst

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(feat. Killarmy, Islord, P.R. Terrorist)



[singer]

Hmm.. oooh.. ooh..

Killa Beez.. Killarmy..



[9th Prince]

Eh-yo

A Soviet deep in Paris, Playboy rabbits want carrots

Luxury marriage, 9th ain't havin it

I keep the forty-five automatic like Mathematics

Start terminatin savages, I'm raw like 'caine to easy addicts

Street tactics, million dollar caskets

On biblical war, perform Michael Jackson Thriller but way iller

A slave killer, protected by Shaolin and Brooklyn Zu guerillas

Under my pillow, I sleep with grenades, untraceable heaters

Lay deeper than scientific readers

My cipher sounds will ding pound, I blast you on ya nightgown

Kidnap ya child, might give him to the crowd

On my way Uptown in my '95 Millenium

Seen Killa Sin and 'em, let niggas sound feminine

Remember 9th Prince ill forever, I get up in 'em

My style is like runnin' up in small town banks

Bulletproof tanks, never bust blanks

Always suffer with shank



[singer]

Killa Beez.. we will sting you..

Killa Beez.. Killarmy..



[Islord: over singer]

Aiyo aiyo once again

We stingin' y'all mothafuckas cuz I don't give a flyin' fuck

About none of y'all niggas out here

Cuz if you ain't none of my mothafuckin' Killarmy comrades

Fuck y'all!



Yo, check the topic to this essay

It's murder in the first, ese?

As I bust a slug through yo' fragile statue

And that's actual, precise timed and on point like a marksman

Four-four, rubber grip, Summer of Sam specialist, so take this

Four-hunded grain thought that'll pierce ya cranium

From the rear, I don't give a fuck, this is my year

I'm takin this rap shit back from the wack

Fuck who you are kid, fuck where you representin at

Cuz basically my mentality is on some '93 shit

When you had to Protect Ya Neck in this shit

To be an MC, now it's al about the tight clothes

Crossed over flows, platinum jewelery to get a plaque in the industry

But never the I-S-L-to the O-R-D

I keep my shit muddy like my Timbs be, you fake ass MC's



[singer]

Killa Beez.. Killarmy..

Killa Beez.. we will sting you..



[P.R. Terrorist]

Aiyo Terrorist

I'm on the block like any man

The difference between me and you is I understand

You askin' questions, "What's that shit up in my hand?"

Answer your questions, I fire that shit up in ya pan

Bitch nigga, understand? I'm the P-R-T, era is this

His lyrics are unique and his vocals are crisp

Bang that shit in ya Jeeps or on ya block with the fifth

So front on his, kid, front on this

'Til I could let this shit that's in my hand light up my wrist

And let this shit descend in like E-V ya chest

I'm far from the best, I'm more like the worst you ever seen

Spit green phlegm from blood same color as my jeans

And my boots'll be brown, get up, the street's down

Let the beat hound cuz beef pound, 'round the block

This is hip-hop, niggas fucked around and went pop



[singer]

Killa Beez.. Killarmy.. [x3]

Killa Beez.. we will sting you..
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