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All my brothers (what) Let the world know it's hot 9-7 (what) Shaolin take it to the top All the ladies (oowww) Show some love sugar, it's on tonight Keepin the party tight aiiight
[pop the brown hornet] I be the one to break through your barrier Bomb carrier Ready to explode in hype mode You'll catch a bad decision at any given I was marked for death so now this is how the fuck I'm livin Let me lay the law, let me connect four G.p. the brand new reign, fuck what you sayin and thought Standin tall but you comin up short Might play a lot of games but this ain't your sport Ran into the wrong one, I'm the son of a gun You target practice, i'ma hit you off for fun Answer one question, what crossed your mind To make you think that you could fuck with my hip hop design You out of fashion, on top of that you got me laughin Like a gun toter up against an assassin I'm the real mccoy, old school b-boy Anything I seek I could create or destroy It's like that, born with the strength to strike back Full contact better wear your hardhat in combat It's either you or my contract All you gotta say is where we get it on at And it's on
All my brothers (what) Let the world know it's hot 9-7 (what) Shaolin take it to the top All the ladies (oowww) Show some love sugar, it's on tonight Keepin the party tight aiiight
[rubberbands] Movin in a city of crooks where they don't play by the books It's off the hook, got me on crop Ready to pop somethin in my circumference if we don't rock But a lot of niggas snitch makin the streets too hot Bitches too wanna be up in people's personal affairs Let it die down, get it out the air Gossipin to get rich, callin 1-800-tips Hundred dollar ho went international on the richard bey show Everybody wanna blow overnight The secret to my success is I don't get too hype Laid back killer instances, killer track Make a snap remack Bomb bandzee verses worse than crack Highly addictive The microphone's the glass dick and I'm smokin smash hits I need to be rehabilitated And if I write to the beat that only makes the murder of the track Premeditated
[june luva] How dare you even look my way Better yet cross my path and have somethin to say You wack rapper don't you know who you fuckin with Niggas suck my dick, june'll be the first to bust your shit Word up, get yourself hurt up, meanin fast The first one that steps be the first one I click-click-blast Hit em one time up in his brain But didn't kill em, I left him mentally insane It be bloodstains on the sidewalk from thugs postin Animosity towards me will get you toasted 6 million ways, 365 days I be on the street, crime pays Nicks, dimes and treys used to be my hustle Until I learned how to grab heat and take it with the muscle And rush you, and pin you to the wall quickly I'm shifty, low down dirty and gritty
All my brothers (what) Let the world know it's hot All the ladies (oowww)
[dark skinned assassin] Can you feel us all up in your swat Can't touch the God lyrical, far from typical style Thirsty niggas couldn't drink if they walk a hundred miles Broke thousands of clones in half, bones left in paths Casualty, s.i. be I soulful by the craft Devine self allah, the golden mic holder Got this whole shit locked like the ayatollah Rebel sink to levels as low as the devils But the God made dirt to dig they grave with the shovel Try to slay the master, his heartrate beats faster Assault and battery make it hard to remember Behold I the black avenger Black as charcoal with a soul as cold as december Timber, lumberjack raps that can injure And disappear in a cloud of smoke like a ninja Great pretender, now it's time to deal with what's real War, four score with a hundred raw niggas
[down low recka] You wanna play the game of life and throw his life on the line With these tank slang niggas, hundred percent genuine Mental court got niggas doin time and Frustration got me ready to do crime Watch me shine like a comet Orally smack niggas on the ground like they vomit Frontin all them years you need to stop it You see who comin, the rightful owners of this era Who show the love but if necessary bring the terror Self defense and retaliation, hold this fort Throw them niggas off the court in this rap sport Your center's too short, your forwards' is backpedallin Your gods ain't hard, how you think you better than Niggas with a plan who stand behind thoughts Made known, reality show the grain blow All over, universally consume your town like fire Blaze the shit til we retire
All my brothers (what) Let the world know it's hot 9-7 (what) Shaolin take it to the top All the ladies (oowww) Show some love sugar, it's on tonight Keepin the party tight aiiight All my brothers (what) Come on and gimme whatcha got 9-7 (what) Shaolin take it to the top All the ladies (oowww) Show some love sugar, it's on tonight Keepin the party tight aiiight All the ladies, can you feel it in your All my niggas, let the world know it's hot 9-7 Shaolin take it to the top We keep the party tight aiiight
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