9th Prince - 100 Degrees Lyrics
[Intro: 9th Prince]Yo, yeah, yeahI don't even talk to y'all niggasNot on the streetsI wanna big up my cousin O.D.B. thoughWord up, Baby Jesus locked downYou know?That's it, manThat's all I gotta say to y'all niggasYou know?Then watch me spitLyrical warfare, word up[9th Prince]Aiyo I'm wise like a blind man playin' pianoJellyin' across the Verazanno bustin' at SopranosWhite boys with attitudes like Rocky MarcianoGot a fire arm like Janet RenoWe serve John Wayne in El DoradoGo to war like Al PacinoOr Robert De Niro CasinoThe ghetto is pitch darkFor the street's of messenger, the story like Joan of ArcFirst spark with Stapleton parkGladiators and D&D, before that was the Paris Crew SquadI just to stand up on the benchesState of mind, third eye dimension lynchin'Killarm' comrades like henchmenStreet doctor leave you paralyzed in St. VincentEnd the session with the weaponMadman reach for the sky and snatch the Moon out the HeavenAttack you with the Mac-11Shots let off that'll rip thru ya fleshPull bullets the shape of sevens, keep steppin'Lethal rejection, high scene rock mine, BONG!Heavyweight blows to ya midsection, Madman is comin'You best to head the opposite direction[Chorus x2: 9th Prince]Aiyo Madman drag 'em thru the dark streets of realityMatrix combat, projects go to war from Shaolin to IraqWhen fake niggas bust their heat, real soldiers bust back (bust back)[9th Prince]Aiyo I spit razors at hatersI'm a walkin' skyscraper like Wolf BlazerWe blase lasers at invaders, that's infantry behavior1-2-0 precinct slang fadersWeak niggas get robbed in pissy elevatorsRappers bite like alligatorsWe bust CD's inside NavigatorsI ain't pretty, life is riskyLike my act against SpeciesMigrate, United States, the cities, Madman propheciesI had to duck four shots comin' out of 260 lobbyIslord picked me up in a stolen MazuratiWith two hotties with two sawed off shotti'sBeretta know karate***** around in half lead half metalOn to beat a body, soon to be a millionaire like Bill CosbyDom P. accept the collect calls from John GottiWe ain't gangstas we shankstas that'll shank ya***** ass niggas get hung with coat hangers[Chorus x2][Outro: 9th Prince]We keep bustin', ain't no trustin', nobodyOn these dark streets.. word upYo O.D.B., big cuz, Baby JesusKillarm', we gon' come break ya ass out, niggaWord up, we keep preppin' this shit9th Prince y'all, Madman y'allThrow ya grenades upWord
