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(Intro: 9th Prince (P.R. Terrorist)) |
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(Eh-yo 9th, you sent that CREAM for me son?) |
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No doubt, it's on its way (Starvin in here man) |
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Yeah, I know, son, hold ya head God |
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(Act like they're tryin to get me, up in the bathroom) |
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(P.R. Terrorist) |
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Yo |
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I'm my momma's only boy, I'm self-employed |
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Make my CREAM on the streets, gotta carry heat |
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Stickin up *niggaz*, just for a bite to eat |
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Now I'm back on the rock where these thugs eat meat |
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and they tryin to act righteous but they got T.B. |
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Catch me in the day room on the big T.V. |
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Channel B.E.T., be the G-O-D |
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Now I gotta cut faces cuz they hatin me |
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(9th Prince) |
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Eh yo.. this is solitary |
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I heard Big Ben be takin *nigga's* commisary |
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Ya not worry, keep ya mind on ya money, ya money on ya mind |
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Watch the blood *niggaz* tryin to take ya shine |
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You wanna wine and dine while you suffer with swine |
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Mankind is blind, I hold mines, some twin nines |
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There's a thin line |
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that's why our jail *niggaz* combine like landmines |
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and these be the signs of the times |
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(Chorus: 9th Prince (P.R. Terrorist)) |
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(You my man, you my dunn, you my son since day one) |
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My comrade my soldier, I'm the gun you the holster |
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(I'm the trigga you the finger, I'm the hand you the banger) |
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Most of all you my *nigga* (Day one) |
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We the day and the night, the punch and the spike |
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You the butcher I'm the knife, biggest story of our life |
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(You're the foot I'm the boot, the soldier I salute |
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and that's the truth, day one) |
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(9th Prince) |
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Eh yo.. my mind flashed back to '86 |
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First time playin with our *dicks*, who had the most hair and *shit* |
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Tricks to bad chicks, fat *ass*, Jose sister with big *tits* |
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Project kids, we legit, heavy set, Big Mo gave me the fat lip |
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Ran to my big brother Kane, 'Yo, teach me how to flip these kids' |
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Split ya wig in six |
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I didn't cry, I just held my head high |
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Yes I was shy, but still kinda fly |
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Tellin mad lies, shed a tear when my baby pit died |
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Mathematics kept me on the rise |
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Moms and Pops fightin, beats had me writin |
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Ready to kill without a license |
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First time fallin in love, I was hikin |
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12 Years later, we still together |
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(P.R. Terrorist) |
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Forever.. |
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We was kids back then, you was my only friend |
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Playin cowboys and indians with coathangers |
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Now the only thing I tuck in my coat, a chrome banger |
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*Nigga* run that *shit*! I'm dealin with anger |
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And my childhood didn't look too good |
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Always misunderstood in my neighborhood |
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Fightin pits in the courtyard, stealin kids gold cards |
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Buildin club houses, smokin Philly cigars |
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Run into the red store for a chico stick |
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When it was cold outside my little nose'd drip |
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Playin football in the snow, my little crush was on the sidelines |
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Winkin her eye, and tryin to buy time |
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Why did I ever, resort to crime? |
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Because everything I wanted was so hard to find |
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I'm confused and I'm losin my mind cuz the illusion |
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But from day one I told myself we not losin |
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Now I'm older, in the BM with 9th cruisin |
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Knowledge, peace is the actions of all confusion |
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(Interlude: 9th Prince (P.R. Terrorist)) |
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(We done did it son) We finally made it |
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(Chorus: 9th Prince (P.R. Terrorist)) |
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Yo I'm the god you the bible, I'm the champ you the title |
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(You's my sword for survival |
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You the problem I'm the solver, you bank I'm the robber) |
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Thats word to my father |
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You the Benz I'm the Beamer, you the scheme I'm the schemer |
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(You a dream I'm a dreamer |
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You my man you my dun, you my son since day one |
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Since day one, day one) |
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(Outro: 9th Prince (P.R. Terrorist)) |
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Word up, word up son (Day one) |
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Yea, no doubt, we been down, God |
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YaknowImean? We gon' walk these dogs, kid |
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You know? C'mon son |
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(Make it better for our seeds) |
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We done had biz and state bids |
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YaknowImean, son? |
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(Word up, you know the time, son?) |
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Word up (Terrorist) Killarm' |
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(Killarm', 2G) One love, two loves |