9th Prince feat. Dom Pachino, Killa Sin, Masta Killa - Hood Life

[Chorus: male singer]
This is hood life
All my thugs rolling on dubs, living the good life
This is hood life
Everyday we live our lives, like it's the last time
This is hood life
Baby girl, if you don't know, this is the hood life
This is hood life

[Masta Killa]
Son died wit the gun on his waist
Watch the barrel spin, the rude one beg no friends
Arm self, we bomb for the wealth
And chant, men engage in battle, set the stage
I'm prepared with today's Math, my mic be my rod and staff
All hail, this is Irief Jamel
Chief of the Chee Saw, gun you down southpaw
Still fuck my pussy raw, all praises due to Allah
Who wanna spar mind, on the 64
Truth be the bulletproof, be 'em wit the moo-moof
Truth within reach, born breach, I still teach
Civilization, to all the human families

[Dom Pachino]
Who's the Spanish kid, damage your shit, and he reppin'
To a nasty track, get the crowd moving, just like my weapon
Disrespecting who? Playboy, I thought you knew
Killarmy's a congregation of niggas that'll murder you
We talking prime time, no bells ringing, never heard of you
But if I died, and you fucking with fam, then I'm serving you
Personally, ain't no rehearsing your speech
I give you chills when I come through like a chalkboard screech
I never ask for nothing twice, I usually take it
You'se a tool that don't work right, and usually break it
I'm a keep it real nigga, ya'll usually fake it
Ya'll play around wit bitches, I strip 'em naked
I that hit you wit that Smith & Wess' I found in the lake, kid
Ya'll don't hear me? Then ya'll don't need to be near me
I'm not insane, I think it's just a life of pain
Raps, gats and drugs, just run through my veins
Not to mention, all that life adore
All the times I had to pull out and hit the floor
Exchange shots, empty the clip and serve one more
And if no one got hit, then we call it a draw
It's hood life, if you been there, I don't need to tell you
If you smell like swine or pussy, I don't need to smell you
Play your part, my thoughts is like state of the art
X-rays, don't play, slugs'll rip you apart

[Chorus]

[Killa Sin]
First things first, just let it be known, blow 'em from the dirt
Putting in work to get mine, yo fuck getting jerked
See I find the true shine lie within scent
Blinding these dispising envious niggas who analyzing my men
Ya'll weak cats? I seek and destroy like break beats
I take heat, from the fake in the street, and tap your feet
You know what I mean, don't touch me, rest of ya'll get amped up
Like Guess jeans, but courtesy like dry cleaners specialty
The recipe to me be 36 forms of energy
Born and swarm on, any enemy, remember me?
Last name's heard, and that's my word, you shot back but missed me
You bird, you blazing me is crazy absurd
Handle the cannon like I'm Julius Irv' and ball wit it
Violate and I'mma leave that ass just out the curb

[9th Prince]
Aiyo when lightning strikes my brain, electricity travel through my body
Twenty thugs with snubs, all up in the party
Knight Rider Ferrari, bitches, guns and drugs
Lay around in the dining room
Staten Island Platoon coming soon, money, greed and the law
My lyrics is hot in the summer June
Without Loud Records, my Army make more noise than kaboom
Magazine queen turn fiend for CREAM
She drown in the pool of carasine
Her big mouth is what lead to fire, to the gasoline, she blew up
Like Clint Eastwood in Unforgiven
4th Disciple electronic musician
Bitch ass niggas play your position
Examine more bodies than a physician, physician...

[Chorus]

9th Prince feat. Tash Mahogany - Outstanding

[Chorus: Tash & 9th w/ ad-libs]
Gotta get my grown and sexy on
Gotta get my grown and sexy on, word?
I gotta get my grown and sexy on
I gotta get my grown and sexy on
Gotta get my grown and sexy on
Gotta get my grown and sexy on, word up

[9th Prince]
Yo, what up, love? I'm fresh out of jail now
I'm back on the streets holding weight like fishscale
What you drinking tonight? Popping bottles
The ace of spades, tricks of all trades
My game is sharp as a razor blade
Money, clothes and hoes, I guess that's how the game's played
Drinks on me, I'm buying the whole bar
I'm laid back, in the cut like a superstar
Shorty ass looking mean in the Rocket Republic jeans
It's just me, the Grandaddly Flow, no schemes
One look, and girls be having wet dreams
I'm 6'4", I walk the talk
And ladies be on the hawk from Atlanta to New York
Gators on my feet as I move to the beat
Gucci watch, from the corner, girls clock
All night spending gwop that I made from the block

[Chorus: 9th Prince]
Gotta get my grown and sexy on
Gotta get my grown and sexy on, word?

[Hook: Tash Mahogany]
Outstanding
Boy you knock me up
Inspiring, so inspiring
Stacking large amounts

[Tash Mahogany]
You light my fire, baby
I'm flying higher
Chill in this ride
I'm satisfied...

[9th Prince]
Aiyo, I handles my business
Whether friends with benefits or mistresses, what is this?
May you sleep with the fishes trying to diss this
She said put a ring on it
And if I was her boy, wouldn't treat women like a toy
I said I'm out to get Chips like O'Hoy
Slid off with my little two-step, I had to rep
To keep the rest of the ladies in check
Stapleton Projects, in the staircase I was taught by the best
Now I'm all up in V.I.P. celebrating with finesse
The Price is Right because my game is tight
Limousine Hummer, #1 Stunna
Stay in Ya Lane with your little 4 Runner
No, baby doll, I'm not a new comer
I bang like the secrets in the corner
Shorty got a body on her

[Chorus]

[Tash Mahogany]
You light my fire, baby
I'm flying higher
Chill in this ride
I'm satisfied...

[Chorus: Tash Mahogany]
Gotta get my grown and sexy on
I've gotta get my grown and sexy on (x3)
You gotta get ya grown and sexy on (x2)
I've gotta get my grown and sexy on (x2)

9th Prince feat. Frukwan - Ladies & Gentlemen

Ladies & gentlemen, introducing, the 9th Prince
Ladies & gentlemen, uh-huh, introducing
One of the greatest of all time, when he spit his rhyme
Everybody give a warm welcome and clap your hands for the 9th Prince

[9th Prince]
Aiyo, my Dirty Weaponry, keep money bags Mighty Healthy
Pockets looking wealthy, turning down offers
These weak niggas try to sell me, rap felonies
Shotgun melodies, suicide bombers like Israelis
The man, attack like I'm half black and half Pakistan
Killa in a '09 bulletproof Lex Coupe
While you, looking stupid on the stoupe
I used to rhyme on project roofs
Me and my Killa crew, spitting bars all night
Til the break of light go through, yeah, my next album
Uh-huh, starting the revolution, ladies & gentlemen
Introducing, the 9th Prince, get loosing
Tell a friend, to protest against weak musicians
My biggest inspiration, is The RZA
His mind is greater than Einstein, my rhyme
Give eyesight to the blind, and heal the paralyzer anytime

[Interlude: 9th Prince]
Ladies & gentlemen, next up
He's an all-time legend, introducing
Gate Keeper

[Frukwan]
I build with conviction, deadly nutrition
When you walk back and get smacked in position
Capture good reason, teach us to practice
Attack us, still round the pole off it's axis
Pull with the thunder, sit back and wonder
Pray for the lochness, offense and blockers
Niggas get washed and raped
Gate Keep, nigga, you know who I run with

[Outro: 9th Prince]
The 9th Prince, yeah, the 9th Prince
The 9th Prince, the 9th Prince

9th Prince - Prince of the Empire State

Aiyo, one-two, True Master on the beat

[9th Prince]
Aiyo, my legacy is here forever, always thinking clever
Plus tomorrow be better, smooth like Mayweather
The Prince of the Empire State, holding cake like it's my wedding
Rocking that Killarmy, we the last armageddon
I'm from an era of Wu-Tang and Nas, Death Row and Bad Boy
Giving jobs to the umeployed, seek and destroy
And still live a life of joy
But back to the verbally sniper, shooting down biters
When I'm high, stay fly like skydivers, hover my ears around cadavers
Walk with a sabretooth tiger, I belong, to an organization of dart writers
Critics wanna hear me rhyme like I lost my mind
Like Spider-Man to the top I climb, no more life of crime
Only champagne bottles, tall models
We wine and dine but still on the grind
Yeah, the 9th Prince, One Man Army

[Chorus: 9th Prince]
True Master on the beat, rhyme grain, the concrete
We need this in the streets for the Lex, Beemers and Jeeps

[9th Prince]
Yo, so many stormy days so I smoke the haze
And stay John Blazed, through the dark age we on a rampage
Telepathic ways, I glaze when the sun blaze
Martial Law breaker, shout out to Heaven Razah
Get well, you'll be home, Killarmy and Sunz of Man, we the Killarmy Platoon
Kidnap your goons and play a game of torture in a dark room
Niggas is screaming and letting out demons
Like Rakim for a microphone, I'm still fiending
Wake the fuck up or get broke the fuck up
You still dreaming, what is the meaning of life, can you live?
If you get struck in the heart with a sharp knife
Is she your, whore or wife, swim through darkness to get to the light
Twenty seven diamonds in my mic
For every MC, I took off the earth, now they in the dirt
Bullets went through my shirt but didn't hurt
Sometimes with death I flirt, Star Trek trilogy
Like Star Wars, I be moving through your galaxy
Relax it's me, 9th Prince and the Killarmy adversary, we ready to bury

[Chorus 2X]

9th Prince feat. Tommy Whispers - Ain't Promised Tomorrow

Everybody gotta get they shine on, you know?
Yeah, my nigga Gooch, fuck ya'll bitch ass niggas want
On the productions, T.M.I., what up No Smiles?
Aiyo.. scream on all ya'll muthafuckas, Smiles what up nigga?
9th Prism, uh-huh, scream on 'em

[Chorus 2X: 9th Prince]
Life is a gamble, we scramble for dollars
Real niggas holla, my snub nose'll pop ya collar
I burn hotter than lava, Granddaddy Flow saga
You ain't promised tomorrow

[9th Prince]
Aiyo, target practice, street hazardous
Sleep with the AK underneath the mattress
I'm not a shorty rhyming, I'm more like designing
Bullets blow ya spine in, fine wines and blue diamonds
Grenade in white, gold shining, murder he wrote
Once my lyrics slit his throat, notes float against the coast
Niggas turn spook like the holy ghost
I ain't hopping on no bandwagon, The Last Dragon
Granddaddy Flow assassin, bury them all
From the latest to the greatest
Dancing on the stair, aiyo, they got me on they hatelist
Contagious with mad faces, yo, life is like a deck of cards
And I'm playing for all aces

[Chorus 2X]

[9th Prince]
Aiyo, my mind is killing machine that flows like a guillotine
To the extreme, shines like an infered beam
Cuz I'm Lord of the Rings, bulletproof blue jeans
Valor jackets, tephlon money green looking mean
In case you wanna get hype, young Bloods and Crips
Want they stripes, give 'em a reason, put a bullet in ya windpipe
My gun hold, sixteen strikes, that'll keep the crowd motivating all night
Til the break of light, 4th Disciple, keep the clubs right, I'm cooler than cool
Iller than ill, born to be, realer than real
Everything I say you feel, like hot lead from blue steel
Niggas lose strategy, your majesty, the warrior's tragedy
Lyrical casualties

[Chorus 2X]

[Tommy Whispers]
Turn any spot into the block, sipping the rock
Twisting the bop, one leg on the wall, watching for cops
Invaders, brick wall, elevators major men
Persuaded in a one night stand, according to plans
My joint don't jam, oil a nozzle
Goggle a bottle, half an inch, here, take a swallow
Sneak in the Apollo with the gift of gab, no ride
Gotta hitch a cab, on the blid-ock, pitching a slab
This pisces, mixed in an ocean with red crabs
In the gym practice the left jab, you pussy ass
Your gun don't blast, muthafucka, we pull fast ones
Make fast ones, Stapleton grandson, the older crowd
Taught me to teach the new breed, sip brew, twist weed
Twirl twigs, Tommy Two-Times
Twist twinkle sticks, wiggle wiggle, I got gift
Like Kris Kringle, top dollar, nigga, fucking holla

9th Prince - Hood Guerillas

[Chorus 2X: 9th Prince]
To all the murderers and gangstas, and burglars and cop killas
And drug dealers, we blood spillers
We from the Planet of the Apes, bust shots, every night
We hood guerillas, aiyo, it's on, for realer

[9th Prince]
Aiyo, my raps takes toll like when Hurricane 'Trina struck the U.S. Gulf Coast
See me on the cover of the New York Post holding my toast
Live at the cookout, people getting roast
Niggas get laid down like Las Vegas hoes
You the King of New York? That's a total fabrication
Placed upon a nation, niggas is doodoo, I spit voodoo
Like I'm Haitian, shorty half Jamaican, half Asian
Spent the weekend at the Days Inn, the next day I fucked her and best friend

[Chorus]

[9th Prince]
Yo, I was never blessed, never call me an overnight success
If anything, I slept with the vest on my chest
To protect me from the slugfest
Now I'm untouchable like Elliott Ness, yes
Stay fresh on a homicide quest, cocaine invest
FBI wanna frisk me, but I stay clean like Zest
In the progress me and the congress
Spark with a bad switch in a blue Prada dress
I finesse to test, and bag more women then this rhyme got S
Release the stress with the progress
The detective said I left the crime scene a fucking mess

[Chorus 2X]

9th Prince feat. Suga Bang Bang - I Remember

Aiyo, 9th Prince, let's flash it back
Illest, this is how I see it
Let 'em know, ya'll get ready

[9th Prince]
Yo, as my mind travel, my brain unravel
All my past life, rough like gravel
Reminisce on the first time I met Killa Sin
He came through to help me, with some beef I had in Port Richmond
And ever since then, we been the best of friends
As time pass, I asked him to join the Killarmy squadron
Yeah, we formed like Voltron, 9th Prince was the head
Around the time, Islord was on the run from the feds
At the same time, Raekwon and Ghostface was doing Cuban Linx
This is, before The RZA had them sharp ass rings
When hip hop was just starting to bling bling
I knew Dom Pachino, since we was kids
I told him, when shit blow up, I'm coming back to get the kid
And that's what I did, I came through, Soldiers of Darkness was blowing up too
I told Beretta 9 and ShoGun, to meet me in New York
Because Wu-Tang is popping off like corks
And it's almost our time to shine, that's when we started
Recording, Silent Weapons For Quiet Wars
With the illest rhymes, we didn't care about radio
Biggie or 2Pac, or west coast hip hop
This was the time, '96, before Makaveli got the crucifix
I was on some shit, a young Madman who spit with acid
On records that became classics

[Interlude: 9th Prince w/ Suga Bang Bang ad-libbing]
This is the illest shit I ever wrote (respect & loyalty)
Knowhatimean, let's go
I remember, youknowhatimean, we used to be up all night
Me, Islord, RZA, you know, Rae, Ghost and Meth, Deck
Youknowhatimean, just snapping on each other all night
Shit, cracking jokes and shit, man, word, back in '93

[9th Prince]
To be continued, Dirty Weaponry performing at murder venues
Our lyrics was sharp like a gensu
I remember when I first met Killah Priest
I remember when I first learned about the mark of the beast
I remember cracking jokes on Rae, Deck and Meth
Up all night, to the break of light, we never slept
I remember when Nas did Verbal Intercourse
I remember when Rae and Ghost was mad
When Biggie was named King of New York on the cover of The Source
I remember when we used to call Meth, the Cookie Monster
But he was our brother, and we could play like that with one another
I remember, when Ghost wanted to buy the Killarmy name
But I didn't sell it for money, cuz we was next in the game
Next in the Killa Bee Hall of Fame
I remember when Killa Sin bagged Alicia Keys in the hotel lobby
We was on tour with Bobby
I remember when Dom P and Beretta almost fucked Brandy and Tatyiana Ali
Cuz they was Killarmy in your galaxy
I remember, when me and Killah Priest battled Canibus in Atlanta after a party
Rae and RZA Was loving it, hardbody
I remember when I first met Shyheim
We was younger than our teens, and already starting to scheme and dream
On how to do things, and shine like kings

[Outro: 9th Prince w/ Suga Bang Bang ad-libbing]
See alotta ya'll dudes out there don't know the history
Ya'll don't know the 9th Prince history
Ya'll don't know the Killarmy history
You know, ya'll don't know the muthafucking Wu-Tang history
I remember them days, when niggas was family for real
Youknow? Killah Priest, what up, son
Killa Sin, what up, son
Killarmy, what up, niggas
This is the illest shit I ever wrote
This is the illest shit I ever wrote
And the realest, the realest shit I ever wrote
Pay attention, verbal henchmen

9th Prince - Industry Grave Digga

One-two, one-two
What the fuck you wanna do?

[9th Prince]
All haters get cut in they face with razors
It's just a friendly game of baseball
And I'm striking out all playas
Sharpen my sword, sharpen my pen
Sharpen my blade, again and again
Niggas living in the projects with sharp objects
I take my respect, so Protect Ya fucking Neck
I'm too live, with ya baby mama getting head across the Harlem River Drive
Never take a dive when it's time to survive
Niggas slap me five cuz I'm no jive
All my Killa Beez living out of beehives
I'm automatic like a .45, taking lives
Yeah, we living in a culture with vulture
Carrying toasters in the holsters, pulling out on posers
I guess they suppose to, I started out rhyming in the parks like Rosa

[Chorus 2X: 9th Prince]
Aiyo, fuck these rap niggas, I spit bars at these rap niggas
For the new millennium, 9th Prince flow sicker
I do this for rhyme spitters, and heavy hitters
The Industry Grave Digga

[9th Prince]
Aiyo, smooth criminal, my message never subliminal
Always direct and effect, while niggas claiming they emperial
Serial killa, turn niggas into zombies like Michael Jackson Thriller
I'm on my grind, you move too slow, like turtles and caterpillas
I'm moving through your hood like a ninja
Yeah, the grand finale, build with the Gods at the rally
Where's all my West Coast Killa Beez?
I'm going back to Cali, lick off shots at Bill O'Reilly
Fly like Nike Airs, whenever I go to war I come prepared
Deaf in my left year, but still sincere
About my career, live without fears
And giving niggas cold stares, Nature Boy like Ric Flair
Born to gamble, natural born gambler
Knock off competitors, wrestle with alligators
And choke lions, like a wrestler

[Chorus 2X]

9th Prince - Concrete Jungle

Fucking hot, man, yo

[9th Prince]
Aiyo, I spit a verse that'll put ya'll niggas in a hearse
Straight out the soil of the Shaolin dirt
Tommy Hillfiger slippers, fine wine sippers
N.Y.C. killas, Slick Rick is slick, but 9th Prince is slicker
All this talk about Drake and Nicki Minaj
They got 'Young Money', but Wu-Tang still living large
RZA parked the Maserati inside the garage
We ain't home, we at the Mirage, partying hard
Shoot at the devil for wearing Prada, verbal globetrotter
Microphone doctor, never wore silk but I'm still the shocker
Sit back and laugh with my own staff
On corny rappers trying to live out they past
You ask and your raps is trash
I'm rough like Bronze Nazareth beats, and smooth like jazz

[Chorus: sample]
Concrete jungle...
Concrete jungle...

[9th Prince]
Aiyo, I'm starting to get restless, I aim the best to test it
See me hanging out with Bill Murray and the GZA in Texas
My catalog manifest through the analog
Sit down and relax and have a conversation with God, Pelle Pelle leather
I'm heavyweight, ya'll niggas is lightweight, lighter than a feather
Whatever, Killarm' let's get together
Return of the Six Men Wetting, in your area
Live from a hundred and fifty-fifth
Shoot the gift, that's swift, when I uplift the four-fifth
Welcome the party crashers, cut you in your face, slash ya
Make your body disappear, abracadabra
Your stranded in another hemisphere, I'm dressed in military gear
Sincere verbal warfare, put me on the top of your list
With Rakim and Nas, Kool G. Rap, Slick Rick and a few other guys
But that's it, I split niggas wigs and shit
I wild out like Jesus with a hoodie, sipping on wine
Talk like a bully when I rhyme
Arts and crafts, money flows and hoes and bubble baths

[Chorus]

[Outro: 9th Prince]
Ya'll niggas know what time it is out there
9th Prince and my man Division
We up in here, escaping the wordly prison
You know, 9th Prince slapping ya'll bitch ass niggas
Check it out, yeah yeah I'm out of here, out of here
Killa Sin, come home, son
Killarmy, what up, niggas?
Wu-Tang

9th Prince feat. Beretta 9, Outlines, RZA - Another Summer Love

[Chorus 2X: Irfane Khan-Acito]
Another summer love, another summer kiss
Another summer touch, that brings me to your bliss

[RZA]
Oops, upside of my head, you knocked me out the bed
You got me spacing like Bill & Ted
The heels with the red, Gucci bag and the shades
Plus the red lipstick, your honey blonde braids
Mama-mama-mama, comma-comma
You got me like Ralph and Alice, hummy-nee-humma-humma
Man, sugar cake, you make a brother shake
Away from his boys, away from his toys
Away from the guns and noise
I'm astounded by your beauty, your style and poise

[9th Prince]
Aiyo, summertime with a sexy ass waistline
Round like a dime, so I hit you with a fine line
Design for your mind, we can take a walk on the beach
Fendi sandals on your feet
With a fly Prada dress, I'm impressed, never the less
You flowing with the best, nice nipples on your breasts
Street Mary Jane, you my candy cane
Going shopping in Spain, on a private plane

[Chorus 2X]

[Beretta 9]
Tempted by your voluptious ass, yo, it's sicker, mama
Choose you over family and cash, yo, almost love the drama
Five foot eleven, Nature Boy, I'm what's happening
Baby, write your number and name down on that napkin
Written in lipstick, she fold it and kissed it
Slipped it, hid it so quick, I nearly missed it
Blown away by her presence and her Dolce perfume
The one, with a hand of Egyptian, no what's soon
Summer love

[Chorus 2X]

[Irfane Khan-Acito]
A lovely summer night, two lovers holding tight
Our bodies by the shore
A morning summer light, just through the window shades
Your taste is on my lips
Another summer day, another summer night
Another summer day, another summer night

[Chorus]

9th Prince feat. RZA - Tribute to the 5th Brother

[Kung Fu sample from "The 8 Diagram Invincible Pole Fighter"]
Father, our family was always loyal
You traitors have betrayed our trust
We have been deliberately lured into this battle
To destroy the Yang... AWWW! Father! (yo, yo, yo, yo, yo)

[RZA]
Approach like a ghost, in a thousand men host
Prepare for the battle, all you saw was their shadows
Solomon's thought, was hit on fort, swords drawn
The king in the back, they formatted like pawns
Prepare for the attack, heard the whips crack
Fatal guillotine's took flight, snatch heads, brought them back
Before they can blast, one gun, half a cal., he was done
One fourth was blinded by reflection of the sunlight
Off the shield, the golden blade, golden wheel
Five Element ninja was patrollin' the hill
The enemy face defeat, the reminder of his fleet tried to retreat
To the mountain side, it was countin' on a cage for a safe place to hide
Location was lurked about, brought turned about
Called the men, burned them out
Capture up their leader, made him stiff like an ameba
Broke his bat like semi cheeba
Stuck on poodle, we hold weight like a sumo
Great, fast, like Bruno Sammartino
Burnin' Dominick Alovito and Angelina Lugo
("Six return") ..Yo, yo, yo, yo
I burn mics micro rhymes of White Mike on turnpikes
You'll get sucked by the light
M.C.'s get stuck up by the Bai Me nine strikes
Keep a Tec, all up inside ya R.E.C. Room
Ya crabs, won't fall from the Sun of Neptune
I don't fuck wit dead birds, be the true and living word
God's seen and heard, keep the best part preserved
Then penetrate, ya bodies five major gates
The pulsatin' beat vibrates, and yo' thighs shake
You fruitcake, little tiny small molecular
Miniature, minute, itty bitty, microscopic
Subatomic, fragile, frail, timid, weak
Soft, thuggy, Puffy the Dragon, spineless jellyfish
Can't fuck wit this, Wu-Tang swordplay remains too crisp
You savage, we cripple ("To destroy the Yang... AWW!")
Fuck that..

[9th Prince]
Yo, yo, sorid comics, swallow rhyme toxics
Psychotic logic, insane explosives like bottle rockets
The 9th Prince blowin' sacrifices
Lyrical wolverine, dances wit wolves, lead by Crisis
The Prince wisdom is deep like black holes ultimate Abyss
Recollect digital, that's a death wish
I burn like flame on, Iron Palm
Rhyme in Napalm, fear the God, even to smile like Saddam
Microphone choreographer, picture what I vision like a photographer
The golden flow uno boxer, law and order, fiends warriors
Secret Victoria, defenders of the universe
Creepers creep, Don 10 try to peep before I hit him in his sleep
I'm legendary like Eleven the veteran, from the Mediterranean
Who watched the braveheart, warlord, killa stash, barbarians
The renegade with a hand grenade
Explosion, front locus, will blow ya hearing aid
Causin' those who misunderstood what I had to say to throw shit on stage
But I still reign, grab ya Bandaids ya rhymes cut like switchblades
Yo bring it back

[Kung Fu sample from "The 8 Diagram Invincible Pole Fighter"]
Deliberately lured into this battle
To destroy the Yang... AWW!
At last, in the hope
The last mark
Say ya prayers
Seven have left, six returned (x2)
If this is so..
Seven have left, six returned
Forgive them my son, it's hard to relieve
AWWW! The 5th Brother
You must walk
5th Brother, 5th Brother, 5th Brother
Seven have left, six returned (x2)
The 5th son left the life, follow him
Seven have left, six returned (x2)

9th Prince - 9th Chamber

[kung-fu sample]
Right now, we have come to the final stage
You think the prince has powerful kung-fu?
Actually it's not powerful
He won't be able to defeat the 9th Prince
Thank you 9th Prince!
You must be adapted

[Intro: 9th Prince]
The God is back, the God is back
The God is back

"The 9th Chamber, you get trapped inside my hallway" 4x - Ghostface
Killah sample

[9th Prince]
Aiyo, bulletproof notebooks, inside is a message for all crooks
Got your baby father scared to look
Police investigating my last juks, my inkpen leaks blood
Of my enemies, the remedy is ill like Kool G. Rap on the Symphony
In New York City showing no pity, on the grity, I gets busy
Like Sicilians in Sicily, sniffing that snow white
Got you hype, I small iron mics, whenever I write
Take the spotlight and crack windpipes
It's a cold world, don't get caught up in the blizzard
My imagination is vivid, like Maya Angelow but futuristic
I wrote poetry that pave the streets, without a fresh pair of Nikes
My cypher still complete, immortal technique when I freak the beat
Smoke the green leaf then shoot at the beast
For relief, long live the Prince, and I'm forever in these streets

"The 9th Chamber, you get trapped inside my hallway" 4x - Ghostface
Killah sample

[9th Prince]
Aiyo, pencil neck MC's get chopped in they throat
Deadly quote, cyanide notes, provoke rappers to have a stroke
Timberland chuckers, live at the Rucker's
Slam dunk on you suckas, tell Rihanna I wanna fuck her
Strawberry sour diesel, lyrics are furious lethal
Never had the measels, rap warlord like Beanie Sigel
Yeah, here to save the people
Handsome and masculine, like Vin Diesel, no homo
See me live on stage for dolo, rocking Polo
Chest out like Bolo, smacking MC's for promo
Ask Halle Berry, who popped her cherry
A hundred wolves on the Staten Island Ferry
Rap is gospel, but never do a song with Mary Mary
Point competition in submission, black Christ has risen
Granddaddy Flow written on your kitten
It makes some fire, jail cell disciples
Lift the bible, those who went against God were found dead on arrival
Yeah, hang your body on the iced out cross, since you like to floss
Long live the Prince, 9th Prince, the boss

[kung-fu sample]
He won't be able to defeat the 9th Prince

"The 9th Chamber, you get trapped inside my hallway" 4x - Ghostface
Killah sample

9th Prince feat. P.R. Terrorist - Kill or be Killed

Revenge of the Iron Fingers
9th Prince, Terrorist shit, nigga
Check it yo yeah yo yeah yo yo

[Chorus x2: P.R. Terrorist]
We keep it real, hold steel, grab ya sword and ya shield
Terrorist and 9th Prince it's either kill or be killed

[9th Prince]
Yo we train snatchers, capture fifty-seven passengers
It's the last chapter, the underworld scavengers
Thuggish dark shadows, stick and move like Apollo
Mass test the acid they swallow, born to be street desperados
Like Castalano, these niggaz is wicked like the witches of Eastwick
Dirty referee sick shit, kill or be killed is the topic
Then I'll be a serial killer, hidden murder scriptures
For the armageddon mafia, Stapleton shell shockers
Saddam and Terrorist, we tag teams like the midnight rockers
Put you in a wrestling move, kill ya crew
9th Prince is raveshing like Rick Ru'
I attack the Billboard like Hurricane George (yeah)
Niggaz is microphone frauds (yo)
The death wish: kill the rest of the foreign lords
(yo yo yo)

[Chorus x2]

[P.R. Terrorist]
High street vocalist, get a toke on this
Try and wrestle with the bulk of this, you just provokin' this
Terrorist when pissed is like The Exorcist
Make you slit ya wrist, choose ya death wish, let me insist
In the procedure, the only language is thru ya speaker
My tongue is fire, breath is the flame, lyrics are ether
Build boy, heat seeker, blow the shit out ya tweeter
In the lab constructin' rhymes to put ya ass in the sleeper
Grab my millimeter, call me a cheater, ya easy bleeder
Terrorist and 9th Prince is the underground leaders
Lyrics for days, splittin' my current seven ways
Rest in the PJ's, countin' my grays, I'm goin craz'
I pulled the budget, these record execs is fuckin' sufferin'
Give me a couple mil' by the year 2G just off my publishin'
Records are bubblin', my team is strugglin'
Don't forget, kill or be killed, the album comin'

[9th Prince]
Yo revelation nation, kill on occasion, sick of patience
My visions is diabolical like Wes Craven
Genetic verses, streets is cursed
Tales of terror in ya area, twenty million miles to Earth
Genocide a century, Apocalypse peniteniary
Computer convicts, the final conflict
9th Prince is too intelligent to speak ebonics
Shocky, but brain waves electronic
Microphone addiction, philosophy crusifiction
Prince Saddam crusified all competition
He moves like a swordsman on a horse
Bloody verses leave blood stains of Verbal Intercourse
Floss, like diamonds all up in the cross
The title is kill or be killed and you just fuckin' lost

[Chorus x4]

[Outro: P.R. Terrorist]
That's the laws, yeah..
Terrorist and 9th Prince, check the sequence
Y'all niggaz must be dense
There ain't no defence for this offence
Tryin' to pay the rent, nigga
Yeah..

9th Prince - Originators

Yo, what up?
This right here, is an explosion
For all the radio stations
Across United Nations
United States
Word up, turn this up right here
Eh-yo..
It's the Prince

[9th Prince]
Eh-yo, Originators became Gladiators
God-body regulators with street educators
I was born from the womb, I'm energy handlin
Peep the creator of The Terminator
9th Prince rhyme slayer
Stapleton Housing Projects, razors
Machine gun blazers
Ask your neighbors
Jamiacan rum, no chaser
Number one contender
We can bust guns after dinner
Last Man Standin, he's the winner
Ghetto Prime Minister
Desert Storm sk-masked Avengers
We move like ninjas, in the winter
Born skin Adonis
Slugs to the stomach, blood gush like vomit
Madman's bionic, check the rugged climate
Bright like lightnin, Terrorist Islamic
A ghetto superhero like Marvel Comics
Vertical limits, fresh notebooks
I write anthems for crooks
Image, cross the line of scrimmage
I shoot you in ya temple
And leave ya face shattered with dimples
Killarm' could never be so simple
Cross My Heart and won't die 'til ya ass is crippled
In a wheelchair
Kneecap raps, flashbacks of Digital Warfare {*echoes*}

[Interlude: 9th Prince]
Word up, I wanna say what up
To those who copped our first and second album
Y'all real troups out there
Yo.. aight?

[9th Prince]
Eh-yo my alliance run through club cheetahs
Rusty Heaterz that bust like lyrical heat seekers
Through the speakers, non-believers are deceivers
Do the media, lyrics try to teach ya
A walk through Harlem like Black Ceaser
Razor blade stashed inside a sole of my sneaker
Ill graphics, far from a savage
The streets is wicked like Halloween havoc
Little children with automatics
Imagine baby's drive-bys in a carriage
Rap busters like Peter Pan
Or built like Sandman on a desert land
I'm from Shaolin, my sword is a mic stand
Used to swoll ya glands, 9th Prince'll take command
Of the stage, my heart pumps rage
Like a jungle lion trapped inside a cage
I free the slaves through the +Airwaves+
A Hot 97 airplay
All my real soldiers, raise ya AK's and hand grenades

[Outro: 9th Prince]
Word the fuck up
The 9th Prism
The new millenium
Peace and blessins to all the 5 Boroughs
Brooklyn, Manhatten, Staten
Word up, Queens, you know?
Long Island, up state, Connecticut
The whole tri-state, New Jerz'
Peace and blessins to Killarm'
We armed and dangerous
For real, the new millenium
Get ready, one love
Two guns, three lives

9th Prince feat. Islord, P.R. Terrorist - Slang Killaz

[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..

9th Prince - Foolish Ways

[singer]
Oooh-ooh ooh
Ohh ohh ohh
Whaat.

[Chorus x2: singer]
You don't know nothin' 'bout me
How you just comin' at me
with your game, just you wait and see
Boy, one day you're just so nice and sweet
And then just wanna play me
Check yourself cuz you ain't all you seem to be

[9th Prince]
Aiyo forever my lady, hold me down with the .380
Love is shitty but it's all gravy baby
Caramel complexion is crazy, opposite of lazy
Swing low on the daisy, only if my honeycomb blaze me
Stop breakin' my balls, 9th Prince stands tall
Always there when you call before you walked out of court
You broke my gold album, snapped it on the wall
Girlfriends jealous, prayin' for our downfall
Spendin' nice out of state, wearin' Victoria Secret
Lingerie, reminisce about our first day we made love
Off old school Kay Slay mixtapes
Even though we fight you never change a heart of my shipmate
Baby girl holdin' weight like Trina
Jewelery shoppin' in Medina with the Nina
Charged with a misdemeanor, more cleaner
Than Cleopatra, tell me have you see her?
Ballet classes in the arena like ballerina
I duely fiend for her body
Spendin' dollars like Bill Cosby
Keepin' you happy is my hobby
But still you say I'm sloppy
If love was a crime you'd be charged with heart robbery
Holiday Inn, platinum skins
You my best friend, we a combination like juice and gin
Mercedes Benz, I'm about to blow like wind
Complete big house on the low out in Gaten Island
Baby boo you wildin'

[Hook x2: singer]
You think you can catch up to me
My power is your destiny
It's my game, I'm gonna make you see
Boy you don't know nothin' 'bout me
So you won't be comin' at me
with your fool ways, you hear me when I say...

[9th Prince]
9th Prince used to be a heartbreaker
Now I'm the Undertaker, baby girl keep gettin' paper
One day we'll be makin' love in the skyscraper
My Foolish Ways made you a hater
Found phone numbers with my tapin' of Fantasia
Caught my holdin' hands with Aiasia
Your little sister blew me up like Skytel pager
Callin' me out my name like I'm Elaine
Every man is a dog, it ain't the same
Like P.R., who's to blame?
Love is like crack/cocaine, get addicted to the wicked games
Crafted, into the hall of shame
With your birthday how you want it, Kawasaki or Mazurati?
Never could stand you dancin' with other brothers in parties
You made me jealous hangin' with the Goodfellas
Ain't nothin' no one could tell us
Big as the secret lovers
Long hair, brown skin like Donna Summers
Baby girl you're my Wonder Woman.. Wonder Woman

[Chorus x2]

9th Prince feat. Dom Pachino, ShoGun Assason - Like Like

Yeah, like... yeah
So 740 like... yeah, yeah
It's like, it's like

[ShoGun Assason]
I'mma set it off like, then kill it like
Like just the way you like and make you feel it, like
Got fire from the gats peel, like
It's 740 like, Steuby Steuby like
The killing field like, my mentality is fucked up like
Like I don't give a fuck, like
Like, I don't even like you, like
Like, you the snake type
Give me 50 feet like, I got 25 niggas like
That's 50 toasters like, that's so much heat, like
Enough to burn beef like
To a crisp like, the words that I speak like
The steps that I take, and the moves that I make
And the jewels that I spit like, are so precise like
Marksmen type, don't fuck around and get
Wesley Sniped, or get your hair cut by the blade like
To the white meat, like, to the grissle, like
It's ShoGun, Mr. Pistol, like
Deadly the dart, like, on the mic, like
D.D.C. like, Alibastor St. Troy
The first wit your bitch ass, like
Southside muthafucka, what up though, like
That's how I'm signing the fuck out though, like, like
For real, like

[Dom Pachino]
Blowing smoke like Popeye out his pipe
Everything I write's out of sight, and start a mic fight, like
Hype off the white-white, my shit so dark
You might need a night light, like
I don't like these imitators, Killarmy
The militant innovators, like, right?

[9th Prince]
I'm a legend in this rap game, all lanes
Be aware of the unexplained
The Granddaddy Flow, bitches understand the name
Dragon breath niggas spitting flames that burn like propane
Now chill, let the God build, be still
Guns conceal, this year, yo, we gotta make a mil' like a dollar bill
Like a dollar bill and build like Crazy Legs breakdancing like windmills
I'm like mad skill, lay bell, now on the run like treadmills
Me and P.R., is like Batman & Robin
We like Shan and Al Sharpton
We like swords that stay sharpened

9th Prince - Camouflage Children

[samples]
"..it down!" - Patrick Stewart sample..from end of Intro
"9th Prince started to fight with this analog" > Beretta 9
"The 9th Chamber, you get trapped inside my hallway" > Ghostface
"9th Prince started to fight with this analog" > Beretta 9
"The 9th Chamber, you get trapped inside my hallway" > Ghostface
"9th Prince started to fight with this analog" > Beretta 9
"The 9th Chamber, you get trapped inside my hallway" > Ghostface
"9th Prince started to fight with this analog" > Beretta 9
"The 9th Chamber, you get trapped inside my hallway" > Ghostface

[9th Prince]
Aiyo Camouflage Children forever revealin' like Princess tore up from the flow up
Pealin' from the ceilin', verbal abuse, I can't lose
Seude velvet, a man who kills shoes
I'm a fuckin' blow my high while Lady Sings the Blues
Or how my army had nine in the clip but shot ten dudes
Misdemeanin' nigga, dyin' from the sound
He was clappin' by the tre' pound, penals get locked down
Muslims remain lost and found
Lyrics steal railroads, especially made from the underground
Plant seeds, whether it be babies or weed
Or straight violent like mixin' leak with speed
Fuck it! Call me the Prince Keanu Reeves
Verbal bazookas up my sleeves, make a whole nation just bleed
The skate off with eighty ki's

[samples]
"The 9th Chamber, you get trapped inside my hallway" > Ghostface
"9th Prince started to fight with this analog" > Beretta 9
"The 9th Chamber, you get trapped inside my hallway" > Ghostface
"9th Prince started to fight with this analog" > Beretta 9
"The 9th Chamber, you get trapped inside my hallway" > Ghostface
"9th Prince started to fight with this analog" > Beretta 9
"The 9th Chamber, you get trapped inside my hallway" > Ghostface
"9th Prince started to fight with this analog" > Beretta 9

[9th Prince]
I throw the seven-inch chamb' and smash you in ya brain
Terrorist and 9th Prince is crack/cocaine inside ya veins
Killa Kane I feel ya pain, ninety-nine names
Between the physical frame, set off alarms I drop bombs
Cut off arms cuz I'm insane
Golden gloves, I shadowbox with my ox
Ran in spots, shot up cops for their jewelery, rocks
Run for ya shoe box, grab the glock
Makaveli got love for Wu, I love 2Pac

[samples]
"The 9th Chamber, you get trapped inside my hallway" > Ghostface
"9th Prince started to fight with this analog" > Beretta 9
"The 9th Chamber, you get trapped inside my hallway" > Ghostface
"9th Prince started to fight with this analog" > Beretta 9
"The 9th Chamber, you get trapped inside my hallway" > Ghostface
"9th Prince started to fight with this analog" > Beretta 9
"The 9th Chamber, you get trapped inside my hallway" > Ghostface
"9th Prince started to fight with this analog" > Beretta 9

[9th Prince]
Animosity posse, shootouts in the lobby for a hobby
Who framed Bobby? It might've been those jealous niggaz from Marcy
Lyrical Marcus Garvey, I rocks bust from Arizona to Yugoslavi'
Yo early in the mornin' in the courthouse rockin' symbols
Staten Island criminals, you small like a decibel
You specializin' in shootin' up funerals
Instrumental force by the environment
Shyheim jumped out the cabinet with forty gadgets
Islord had the sword, swung it on the parole board
Ra' killed his wife for her eskimo ice
Think twice, shit ain't pretty, my army's wild
Like niggaz from Brick City, we gritty
We leave no pity on ya committee

[samples]
"The 9th Chamber, you get trapped inside my hallway" > Ghostface
"9th Prince started to fight with this analog" > Beretta 9
"The 9th Chamber, you get trapped inside my hallway" > Ghostface
"9th Prince started to fight with this analog" > Beretta 9
"The 9th Chamber, you get trapped inside my hallway" > Ghostface
"9th Prince started to fight with this analog" > Beretta 9
"The 9th Chamber, you get trapped inside my hallway" > Ghostface
"9th Prince started to fight with this analog" > Beretta 9

9th Prince - Cold Wind

feat. T.M.F.
[Kung Fu samples]
"9th Prince, you want to kill us all?"
"Show me where you to find the Princess and I'll spare you all"
"Thank you, 9th Prince"
"Hahaha, y'all must be dumb!"
{*sounds of swordfight*}
"Take that!"

[9th Prince]
Aiyo yo yo
Stamina of complete motivation leads a nation of killer's replacements
Glocks, AK's, hand grenades
Stashed inside a fox hole but Kingdom's basement
Henchmen of pro lynchmen, rhyme rankest lyrical lynchmen
In Now Born, raisin' Children of the Corn
We march as we hear the horns of Red Dawn
I'm prepared, sharpen my machete 'til it's sharp like a thorn
Lyrical spawn, fuck a graveyard, I prepare you in ya lawn
There's a Law & Order in the world of manslaughter
Camera recorder, got me on tape
With the microphone screamin' "Rape!"
Radio stations across United Nations
Black, Chinese, Indians, plus Caucasians
Pick up the album, Revenge of the Iron Fingers invasions
Lyrical bloodshed, first copy picked up by the feds
They wanna investigate the metal plate in my head
I'm cold invincible like an igloo
Brainwaves bein' the shade of atomic missles
Then transport thru ya physical explode thru ya mental
Then beat fiends instrumentals, got the streets flood
9th Prince, tune into FM and AM cuz I'm Cold Blooded

[samples]
"Come against the consequence of the 9th Prince" -> 9th Prince
"The fuckin' Prince, let's hear him" - kung fu sample
"Come against the consequence of the 9th Prince" -> 9th Prince
"We were just ambushed, I fear we might be dead" - war movie sample
"Come against the consequence of the 9th Prince" -> 9th Prince

[Tommy Whispers]
Stapleton crime towers
I hear you gotta be clean like takin' nine showers
Divine powers, ultimate man
Hour glass runnin', dumbin' with a sword in my hand
Drunken monk stance, run for ya Clan
Switch form and open up like doorman
Cold pore rain danglin', sounds of change
Ice bain frostbite, you costless
Cremated and get ya corpse lit
Sent out to orbit, spaceship
Tommy Whis' lace shit like eight kicks
Stirrin' flavor to this cake mix, we take shit
From ya neck to ya bracelet, get a facelift
This ain't no safe strip
So be strollin' on their raps, holdin' bombs
Kamikaze strapped on to their arms
We move when the wind calms, slowly
No one can control me or hold me
Tony told me lay low and we can all play dough
I'm throwin' blades like Kano
Shove this, one up ya anal
Now, tell me who be liver than Whispers
I chop all five of ya fingers
I'm cold like the winter
Ya feel the breeze, nigga?

[samples]
"Come against the consequence of the 9th Prince" -> 9th Prince
"The 9th Prince uses his sword like an axe for hyper action"
"Come against the consequence of the 9th Prince" -> 9th Prince

[Crime Life]
Yo Crime Life yo yo
I hold my gun down like Chow-Yun Fat, when in combat
Light the bitch niggaz off the map, like Comet
Righteous islamic gettin' nasty like trauma
Spit out like a weak stomach, who want it?
Poisonous virus, we soon cometh
Cold Blooded in the vain, post up under the heavy rain
Soup-up with the signal ahead before the Chevy came
Fucked up what they did to my fam, I'm feelin' every pain
Yo it's hard on these streets, them after my weed
Be my medicine, acknowledge the game like a veteran
Mixin' elements, writin' testaments
Seven down for my next kin, establishment
Extravagent, mind over matter masterin'
Dark-hearted African skatin' on ice like Kerrigan and still battlin'
Bring it to you with the strength of 18 Buddhas
T.M.F. arch-style rush ya students

[samples]
"Come against the consequence of the 9th Prince" -> 9th Prince (x7)

9th Prince feat. Islord, Ruthless Bastards, T.M.F. - Generation Next

[Islord]
Aiyo I want all y'all niggaz out there in this rap shit
Claimin' y'all rappers
Y'all niggaz ain't no fuckin' MC's
KnowwhatI'msayin', son?
Cuz once you step into the chamber
Cuz we dealin' with the 7th Chamber..

Aiyo
Witness this homocide lyrical specialist
Once I slide on the set like Mt. Everest
Avalanches, causin' total mayhem
In this rap industry, towards any non-descript rapper
Who has the strongest heart, and dares to challenge the God?
Dart for dart, that's the wrong move
Like one cat with a red shirt, stumblin' in a problem
Ten cats with blue shirts, each one of 'em
Lugered out with clips filled to the brim with hollow points
Cuz I'm on some, fuck all y'all R&B artist-es
Thinkin' y'all MC's, y'all best to Run 4 Cover
And throw ya bulletproof helmets on ya head
Enough said..

[Infrared]
I spit warfare, real shit niggaz like to hear
Infrared from Ruthless, nigga, crack them beers
Twist the 'dro, put the clip in the fo'
Cock it back, put one in the head, these niggaz don't know?
Then let 'em know how we comin'
Deep, we keep shook niggaz runnin'
You cowards is afraid of my power, ain't holdin' nuttin'
Lemme show you somethin', 'bout this rap shit
First of all if you ain't spittin' acid, you goin' backwards
These Bastards attack shit, fabulous, fatherless
Marvelous, Shaolin niggaz from stompin' wood
Killarm', T.M.F. connect with Ruthless
Challenge new generation, nigga, we the best
We out for this cheddar cheese
You better freeze if we enemies
If ya life's on the line you better squeeze
Yo I'm tellin' these wannabeez, about the ho's
Come out ya shoes, we ain't got nuttin' to lose

[Trife]
Aiyo I floss like a red Porsche beamin' in the sunset
You made a dumb bet fuckin' with these young vets
Who bumped heads with the hardest and build with the smartest
Five artists, you can't do nuttin' to part us
Niggaz is garbage that either get bagged up
Cuz their style's ragged up lookin' like sad pups
You'll be jacked up, weakened with your eyes half shut
'Til you had enough cuz fuckin' with us is bad luck
The temptation of pussy be hard to pass up
So before I slide in I test the cat and strap up
Is there a question? You gotta ask us
Don't be afraid, but on my behalf you're gettin' played
And where you was at, you shoulda stayed
Now you search for aid, no one to save you
And all your so-called men betrayed you
They wantin' to talk and work deals under the table
Passin' 'em CREAM, gold watches and large cables
They snaked you, like the serpent
Turn the lights off and close the curtain
Sellin' their soul to a merchant
I got niggaz, scared to, meet me in person
Searchin', like the Internet, I got 'em surfin'

[Chorus: Tommy Whispers]
Now Born, Port Richmond, Killah Hill
Stapleton, West Brighton, Jungle Nillz
In Shaolin we keep it real
Shit is gettin' deep, reach for steel
We goin' all out, do what you feel

[Truck]
I stick and move, move and stick with niggaz
If it's real I click with niggaz
Layin' all the fifth with niggaz, sick of niggaz
Simple lickin' and squeeze faster than with triggas
Double dare any niggaz, cross me and my city slickers
Petty pocket pickers rockin' niggaz
Quick to throw a rock at the bitches
Tryin' to cockblock my riches on a hot block with snitches
Still gettin' dough, still gettin' hated on the low
Still doin' sticks with Sideshow, eyes low from hydro
Drive slow, beasts on our tail, rain, sleet or hail
Catch me on these cold streets stabbin' for bail
Niggaz is lackin' the real so I brought the hostility
Better off killin' me then sendin' me back 'fore I fail

[9th Prince]
Aiyo thugs and rubber clips with hollow joints
Sharp lead that fled through your pressure points
Celebrity Death Match, we out like an axe
Bein' swung by a serial killer maniac
Poetry brainiac, project hoodrats
They enjoyin' hearin' my album
Black dust will get you blast
Then throw on a skimask and rob street's asylum
9th Prince, y'all niggaz can't solve him
These 9 Fingers of Death'll be the answer to your problems
My roof is like an infrared, I'm hostile
No Smiles, dogs cry when they're on trial
Rhymes travel 23 million square miles
Mad razor blades, throwin' switchblades that'll cut you a fade
Lyrical maze, MC's lost for days
Within the 9th Chamber, another Wu banga
For all my Killah Hill side stranglaz

[Chorus x2]

[Outro: Tommy Whispers]
Tommy Whispers, nigga
Bastards! Word is bond, come on!
Revenge of the 9 Fingers
The Chamber continues
Word up
Everything is Everything
Garvey the Kid
This Shaolin shit is forever!
Forever..