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All my brothers (what)Let the world know it`s hot 9-7 (what)Shaolin take it to the topAll the ladies (oowww)Show some love sugar, it`s on tonightKeepin the party tight aiiight[Pop The Brown Hornet]I be the one to break through your barrierBomb carrierReady to explode in hype modeYou`ll catch a bad decision at any givenI was marked for death so now this is how the fuck I`m livinLet me lay the law, let me connect fourG.P. the brand new reign, fuck what you sayin and thoughtStandin tall but you comin up shortMight play a lot of games but this ain`t your sportRan into the wrong one, I`m the son of a gunYou target practice, I`ma hit you off for funAnswer one question, what crossed your mindTo make you think that you could fuck with my hip hop designYou out of fashion, on top of that you got me laughinLike a gun toter up against an assassinI`m the real McCoy, old school B-BoyAnything I seek I could create or destroyIt`s like that, born with the strength to strike backFull contact better wear your hardhat in combatIt`s either you or my contractAll you gotta say is where we get it on atAnd it`s onAll my brothers (what)Let the world know it`s hot 9-7 (what)Shaolin take it to the topAll the ladies (oowww)Show some love sugar, it`s on tonightKeepin the party tight aiiight[Rubberbands]Movin in a city of crooks where they don`t play by the booksIt`s off the hook, got me on cropReady to pop somethin in my circumference if we don`t rockBut a lot of niggas snitch makin the streets too hotBitches too wanna be up in people`s personal affairsLet it die down, get it out the airGossipin to get rich, callin 1-800-TIPSHundred dollar ho went international on the Richard Bey ShowEverybody wanna blow overnightThe secret to my success is I don`t get too hypeLaid back killer instances, killer trackMake a snap remackBomb bandzee verses worse than crackHighly addictiveThe microphone`s the glass dick and I`m smokin smash hitsI need to be rehabilitatedAnd if I write to the beat that only makes the murder of the track premeditated[June Luva]How dare you even look my wayBetter yet cross my path and have somethin to sayYou wack rapper don`t you know who you fuckin withNiggas suck my dick, June`ll be the first to bust your shitWord up, get yourself hurt up, meanin fastThe first one that steps be the first one I click-click-blastHit em one time up in his brainBut didn`t kill em, I left him mentally insaneIt be bloodstains on the sidewalk from thugs postinAnimosity towards me will get you toasted6 million ways, 365 daysI be on the street, crime paysNicks, dimes and treys used to be my hustleUntil I learned how to grab heat and take it with the muscleAnd rush you, and pin you to the wall quicklyI`m shifty, low down dirty and grittyAll my brothers (what)Let the world know it`s hotAll the ladies (oowww)[Dark Skinned Assassin]Can you feel us all up in your swatCan`t touch the God lyrical, far from typical styleThirsty niggas couldn`t drink if they walk a hundred milesBroke thousands of clones in half, bones left in pathsCasualty, S.I. be I soulful by the craftDevine self Allah, the golden mic holderGot this whole shit locked like the AyatollahRebel sink to levels as low as the devilsBut the God made dirt to dig they grave with the shovelTry to slay the master, his heartrate beats fasterAssault and battery make it hard to rememberBehold I the black avengerBlack as charcoal with a soul as cold as DecemberTimber, lumberjack raps that can injureAnd disappear in a cloud of smoke like a ninjaGreat pretender, now it`s time to deal with what`s realWar, four score with a hundred raw niggas[Down Low Recka]You wanna play the game of life and throw his life on the lineWith these tank slang niggas, hundred percent genuineMental court got niggas doin time andFrustration got me ready to do crimeWatch me shine like a cometOrally smack niggas on the ground like they vomitFrontin all them years you need to stop itYou see who comin, the rightful owners of this eraWho show the love but if necessary bring the terrorSelf defense and retaliation, hold this fortThrow them niggas off the court in this rap sportYour center`s too short, your forwards` is backpedallinYour Gods ain`t hard, how you think you better thanNiggas with a plan who stand behind thoughtsMade known, reality show the Grain blowAll over, universally consume your town like fireBlaze the shit til we retireAll my brothers (what)Let the world know it`s hot 9-7 (what)Shaolin take it to the topAll the ladies (oowww)Show some love sugar, it`s on tonightKeepin the party tight aiiightAll my brothers (what)Come on and gimme whatcha got 9-7 (what)Shaolin take it to the topAll the ladies (oowww)Show some love sugar, it`s on tonightKeepin the party tight aiiightAll the ladies, can you feel it in yourAll my niggas, let the world know it`s hot 9-7Shaolin take it to the topWe keep the party tight aiiight

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