100 Degrees (9th Prince)

Yo, yeah, yeah I don't even talk to y'all niggas Not on the streets I wanna big up my cousin O.D.B. though Word up, Baby Jesus locked down You know? That's it, man That's all I gotta say to y'all niggas You know? Then watch me spit Lyrical warfare, word up Aiyo I'm wise like a blind man playin' piano Jellyin' across the Verazanno bustin' at Sopranos White boys with attitudes like Rocky Marciano Got a fire arm like Janet Reno We serve John Wayne in El Dorado Go to war like Al Pacino Or Robert De Niro Casino The ghetto is pitch dark For the street's of messenger, the story like Joan of Arc First spark with Stapleton park Gladiators and D&D, before that was the Paris Crew Squad I just to stand up on the benches State of mind, third eye dimension lynchin' Killarm' comrades like henchmen Street doctor leave you paralyzed in St. Vincent End the session with the weapon Madman reach for the sky and snatch the Moon out the Heaven Attack you with the Mac-11 Shots let off that'll rip thru ya flesh Pull bullets the shape of sevens, keep steppin' Lethal rejection, high scene rock mine, BONG! Heavyweight blows to ya midsection, Madman is comin' You best to head the opposite direction Aiyo Madman drag 'em thru the dark streets of reality Matrix combat, projects go to war from Shaolin to Iraq When fake niggas bust their heat, real soldiers bust back (bust back) Aiyo I spit razors at haters I'm a walkin' skyscraper like Wolf Blazer We blase lasers at invaders, that's infantry behavior 1-2-0 precinct slang faders Weak niggas get robbed in pissy elevators Rappers bite like alligators We bust CD's inside Navigators I ain't pretty, life is risky Like my act against Species Migrate, United States, the cities, Madman prophecies I had to duck four shots comin' out of 260 lobby Islord picked me up in a stolen Mazurati With two hotties with two sawed off shotti's Beretta know karate Fuck around in half lead half metal On to beat a body, soon to be a millionaire like Bill Cosby Dom P. accept the collect calls from John Gotti We ain't gangstas we shankstas that'll shank ya Bitch ass niggas get hung with coat hangers We keep bustin', ain't no trustin', nobody On these dark streets.. word up Yo O.D.B., big cuz, Baby Jesus Killarm', we gon' come break ya ass out, nigga Word up, we keep preppin' this shit 9th Prince y'all, Madman y'all Throw ya grenades up Word