| Straight from the streets and dungeons
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| A «nigga with an attitude» doing «one hundred miles and running»
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| With the globe in my posession, automatic weapons
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| Got niggas falling back, like recession
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| School is in session, here’s a lesson
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| Never cross the Granddaddy Flow, or you might end up on death row
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| Bitches swing low
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| You off target, like a broken arrow
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| The 9th Prince, I rule like a pharaoh
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| Through the dark paths that’s narrow, drinking wine by the barrel
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| Sing along like Christmas carols
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| I’m a leader of a whole new generation
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| I’m too ill, to have a confrontation
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| Coming soon, yeah the Killarm' compilation
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| Gave birth to a whole nation
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| Revenge of the Iron Fingers invasions
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| Shootouts in the parking lot of the Day’s Inn, blaow
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| Here’s a hook for all the crooks
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| Snatching pocketbooks, niggas is 'space balls' just like Mel Brooks
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| Ain’t no shook hands in Shaolin, guns we be carrying
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| Here’s a hook for all the crooks
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| Snatching pocketbooks, niggas is 'space balls' just like Mel Brooks
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| Ain’t no shook hands in Shaolin, 9th be Madman
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| Yo, rappers freeze as I roll up in sleeves
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| So much ice on my wrist, nigga caught a cold breeze
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| At a 32 below zero degrees, I agree, nigga please
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| I cause damage like heart disease, I spit like a machine gun
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| Being handled by a crazy nun
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| This year the 9th Prince year, I’m hotter than the sun
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| Niggas on the run, shooting at the cops for fun
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| Last night at a Brooklyn party
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| I almost caught a body, my man passed me the shotty
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| Lodi dodi, bitches shaking they body
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| I kick rhymes like karate, Tiger and Monkey Style
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| Understand, sometimes I act wild
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| After blowing trial, life became foul
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| Like a juvenile child, one love to Hostyle
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| Soft pop six nigga, I’m cutting wrists, what? |