(feat. Solomon Childs)



[Intro: Beretta 9 (girl)]

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, what up mira, what up mira?

(Get the fuck off my arm, man)

Check it, check it out, right

This Beretta 9 from the Killarmy crew

What's up ma? Two ?? and I'm ripped (Si, eat it)

Yo, I love pretty birds, what's up

You rollin' with me? (Who the fuck you callin' a bird)

(?? la chocha) Yo we don't eat dead birds, honey



[Beretta 9]

What up sweet thing? Lookin' like prom queen, eat bitch

Snake out our dough and do the same thing

But yo love, beat love to be love, you got to make love

Slow jams, candles and shit, word up

While she work it, curved dick, between her pink lips

Your girlfriends buggin' and shit, check out her hips

Yo, the God must slayin' it well, guaranteed

Broke it straight then, the virgin holograms, the misfits

Big ass, big tits, shorty was raised on grits

Tall glasses of milk, her grandson was biscuits

But mad shit she lack, like a girl, she react

Kings need queens, not no silly dingbats

Sugar and spice, but yo, you ain't that nice

Leave your ass fast, and won't think twice



[9th Prince]

Yo, live at the barbeque, two blocks down from Park Avenue

Sky was blue, shorty was dressed like a groom

Titties and ass round like balloons

Chinky eyes I analyzed, took my time like an old man that's wise

I pushed up, what up buttercup?

Probably ebonics, the slang her stuck

My jewely was truck, from the moment I spoke

Bitch almost choked on a note, she fell in love

Like Cinderella, I said my name was 9th Prince, boo

Yeah, but you can call Cinde-fella



[Chorus: P.R. Terrorist]

Which way you going? I think we goin' that way too

Girl, where your friends at? Introduce them to my crew

We be the livest M.C.'s in the game, you heard boo? You heard boo? Yo



[P.R. Terrorist]

Which way you going? I think we goin' that way too

Yo, where your friends at? Introduce them to my crew

Harmonize after thick thighs had me hypnotized

To analyze and cease for a minute, before I advertised

A young ass, we used to cut class, smoke greenish bags

Back to 49 junior high, I was a bad ass

Bringin' heat to school, pattin' me down was the principal

Nothin' he would do, gettin' suspended was the usual

In the boy's room, they in the vacant classroom

Pokin' fast, got her tight womb, too many come to soon

But I was young, her little tongue'll get my dick hard

She feels, tuckin' her tits up in the schoolyard

Took her virginity in Catholic School Trinity

Promised that you by first love to infinity



[Chorus x2]



[Solomon Childs]

Yo, what the deal Miss Chocolate?

Got us some of French twist, Gucci boots, cover girl body

'88, the Adora hotty, Mary J. Blige body, mahogany queen

Body rollin' round at a slow pace

Can't make lamb of girl, this the softest place

Playin' with the cucci at the fireplace

Catch I, flicks and hundred dollar kicks, lingerie, red cherry

Kitty kats stickin' out the popcorn schrimp and strawberries

Bubble baths and chocolate milk, candle lights after dark

Back shots, late night, in the park

Solomon Childs, good girl, you heard?

B.B. Conduct, crushin', forever crushin'



[Chorus x2]



[Outro: P.R. Terrorist]

Let me holla at you, yeah, quick conversation

Yeah, yo