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Текст песни 9th Prince f Islord, Ruthless Bastards, - Generation Next

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[Islord]Aiyo I want all y`all niggaz out there in this rap shitClaimin` y`all rappersY`all niggaz ain`t no fuckin` MC`sKnowwhatI`msayin`, son?Cuz once you step into the chamberCuz we dealin` with the 7th Chamber..AiyoWitness this homocide lyrical specialistOnce I slide on the set like Mt. EverestAvalanches, causin` total mayhemIn this rap industry, towards any non-descript rapperWho has the strongest heart, and dares to challenge the God?Dart for dart, that`s the wrong moveLike one cat with a red shirt, stumblin` in a problemTen cats with blue shirts, each one of `emLugered out with clips filled to the brim with hollow pointsCuz I`m on some, fuck all y`all R&B artist-esThinkin` y`all MC`s, y`all best to Run 4 CoverAnd throw ya bulletproof helmets on ya headEnough said..[Infrared]I spit warfare, real shit niggaz like to hearInfrared from Ruthless, nigga, crack them beersTwist 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 shitFirst of all if you ain`t spittin` acid, you goin` backwardsThese Bastards attack shit, fabulous, fatherlessMarvelous, Shaolin niggaz from stompin` woodKillarm`, T.M.F. connect with RuthlessChallenge new generation, nigga, we the bestWe out for this cheddar cheeseYou better freeze if we enemiesIf ya life`s on the line you better squeezeYo I`m tellin` these wannabeez, about the ho`sCome out ya shoes, we ain`t got nuttin` to lose[Trife]Aiyo I floss like a red Porsche beamin` in the sunsetYou made a dumb bet fuckin` with these young vetsWho bumped heads with the hardest and build with the smartestFive artists, you can`t do nuttin` to part usNiggaz is garbage that either get bagged upCuz their style`s ragged up lookin` like sad pupsYou`ll be jacked up, weakened with your eyes half shut`Til you had enough cuz fuckin` with us is bad luckThe temptation of pussy be hard to pass upSo before I slide in I test the cat and strap upIs there a question? You gotta ask usDon`t be afraid, but on my behalf you`re gettin` playedAnd where you was at, you shoulda stayedNow you search for aid, no one to save youAnd all your so-called men betrayed youThey wantin` to talk and work deals under the tablePassin` `em CREAM, gold watches and large cablesThey snaked you, like the serpentTurn the lights off and close the curtainSellin` their soul to a merchantI got niggaz, scared to, meet me in personSearchin`, like the Internet, I got `em surfin`[Chorus: Tommy Whispers]Now Born, Port Richmond, Killah HillStapleton, West Brighton, Jungle NillzIn Shaolin we keep it realShit is gettin` deep, reach for steelWe goin` all out, do what you feel[Truck]I stick and move, move and stick with niggazIf it`s real I click with niggazLayin` all the fifth with niggaz, sick of niggazSimple lickin` and squeeze faster than with triggasDouble dare any niggaz, cross me and my city slickersPetty pocket pickers rockin` niggazQuick to throw a rock at the bitchesTryin` to cockblock my riches on a hot block with snitchesStill gettin` dough, still gettin` hated on the lowStill doin` sticks with Sideshow, eyes low from hydroDrive slow, beasts on our tail, rain, sleet or hailCatch me on these cold streets stabbin` for bailNiggaz is lackin` the real so I brought the hostilityBetter off killin` me then sendin` me back `fore I fail[9th Prince]Aiyo thugs and rubber clips with hollow jointsSharp lead that fled through your pressure pointsCelebrity Death Match, we out like an axeBein` swung by a serial killer maniacPoetry brainiac, project hoodratsThey enjoyin` hearin` my albumBlack dust will get you blastThen throw on a skimask and rob street`s asylum9th Prince, y`all niggaz can`t solve himThese 9 Fingers of Death`ll be the answer to your problemsMy roof is like an infrared, I`m hostileNo Smiles, dogs cry when they`re on trialRhymes travel 23 million square milesMad razor blades, throwin` switchblades that`ll cut you a fadeLyrical maze, MC`s lost for daysWithin the 9th Chamber, another Wu bangaFor all my Killah Hill side stranglaz[Chorus x2][Outro: Tommy Whispers]Tommy Whispers, niggaBastards! Word is bond, come on!Revenge of the 9 FingersThe Chamber continuesWord upEverything is EverythingGarvey the KidThis Shaolin shit is forever!Forever..

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