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Killarmy, Prodical

Dancing With Wolves

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{*eerie winds blowing*}{*howling wolves*}[Beretta 9]AiyyoSummer ride show down, it`s about to go downBeretta 9 creapin through the fold, nigga, one roundBloodhound, no sound, check out how I get downOne knee aimin for yo` headpiece, lay downThis is not a playground, did you in, a tre-poundI`m so loud that y`all niggaz throw a poundSo it`s a must that I explain herDon`t want no dog`s retainerForever will I shine and remain a.. a.. a..Champ without a warnin, I cherish every momentI shoot like if I`m on my lastYo check it out how I blastMy subjects went out and got boughtTake a circle breast shot, took us to the rooftop.. top..Don`t play my next onslaught, this is how a wolf foughtYou could get a get-got, Gods watched the hill topNigga check the red dot, fakin off yo` Dodge parkedAll you heard was yo` heart stop, my nigga[Islord]Yo, check the topic to this essayIt`s murder in the first, ese?As I bust a slug through yo` fragile statueBut that`s actual, precise timed and on point like a marksmanFour-four, rubber grip, Summer of Sam specialistTake this four-hunded grain thought that`ll pierce ya craniumFrom the rear, I don`t give a fuck, this is my yearI`m takin this rap shit back from the wackFuck who you are kid, fuck where you representinAnd after, basically my mentality is on some `93 shitWhen you had to Protect Ya Neck in this shitTo be an MC, now it`s al about the tight clothesCrossover flows, platinum jewelery to get a plaque in the industryBut never the I-S-L-O-R-D, I keep my shit muddyStay gummy, ya fake ass gangstas[Chorus: Prodical]AiyyoWe still comin, stay gunnin, stay sunninShine top of the 4th hit, we run shitClassic black matches, Killarm`, ice charmIn the black Yukon, you fuckin bastardStill comin, stay gunnin, stay sunninShine top of the 4th hit, we run shitClassic black matches, Killarm`, ice charmIn the black Yukon, you fuckin bastard[P.R. Terrorist]Call me the rebel, bust thirty-three shots at the DevilTell `im I love `im just because I made `imPlus there ain`t no way to escape himOn the fire escape with the narocotic from the one-two-ohStation, I`m impatient, my firearm driftin with starvationDivine mind, I Power Rule, United NationMy DJ`s spinnin the latest from the out the crates andKillarm`s rockin the stage like a brigade andMy own congress, government rocket launchers shitStrikin on ya Five ConsciousesNARCes men didn`t know I put the toxic inTil they got burnt by the scorpion (Uh-huh)I spit lyrics that`s like bad for ya healthI`d blow gun powder right off of he shelfMy brain power cause a rain showerRestrain cowards, pull out to the heat and flame at ours[9th Prince]AiyyoA Soviet deep in Paris, Playboy rabbits want carrotsLuxury marriage, life, ain`t havin itI keep the forty-five automatic like MathematicsStart terminatin savages, I`m raw like `caine to easy addictsStreet tactics, layin down the casketsOn biblical war, perform Michael Jackson Thriller but way illerA slave killer, protected by Shaolin and Brooklyn Zu guerillasUnder my pillow, I sleep with grenades, untraceable heatersStay deeper than scientific readersMy cipher sounds will ding pound, I blast you on ya nightgownKidnap ya child, might give him to the crowdOn my way Uptown in my `95 MilleniumSeen Killa Sin and `em, that nigga sound feminineRemember 9th Prince, I`ll forever get up in `em[Killa Sin]Killa loco, vocals hold you hostageGothic, size out live shit, catch a wise quick, focusWe stone fist explosive, load `em like fo`-fifthsTo roast clicks, ferocious as ro-bitch, with no cinchMy thoughts so dense they form mistI swarm quicker than norm, my Bee stingers stay dipped in corn liquorWarn niggaz from the last time, my past time hobby beRobbin niggaz in they lobby, G, come out ya WallabeesFifty-six penny-weight chain limit the policyModernize crime comodity, now let us get what?[Chorus 2X][Unknown Singer]We got fire.. hot.. burnin hotWe got fire... from The SunStill gon` win from the streets cuz there`s no smoke with no heatStill gon` win from the streets cuz we ain`t go no heatWe got fire... from The Sun

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