9TH PRINCE - Street Pharmacists lyrics

rate me

You guys better be careful

If I ever see you here again

You're all gonna die just like that!

There's only evil in here!

Gucci Don, Tommy Whispers (yeah)

Trife Diesel (once again)

T.M.F., Theodore Unit

9th Prince, Killarm'

My nigga 'Dox

Aiyo my comrades and thugs in Gangsta Paradise

Terrence two times'll slice ya throat twice

The one man army, rhyme with harmony

Love, peace and happiness, still blast the nastiest

Verbal conversation, deep meditation

On this plantation, hood life, same situation

Niggas be holdin' guns, plottin' assassinations

Mind radiation, we all on vacations

Stand strong like United Nations

Prince of El Dorado, blow like New York City lotto

Bulletproof bravado

Shaheed and the fist, I was protected by the laser disc

We drink Valentine's while y'all sip on Cris'

Who you tryin' to impress? Madman's the best

Get it in ya head or carve it in ya chest

I saw you do that and I'm a fuckin' kill you!

Yo I stay movin' with brutes who got screws loose

Your crew's full of fruits, you's probably used duesh

I leave you abused, bruised with a loose tooth

I move smooth, never leave clues for blue suits

You're a pedophile, dukes, that's truth, I have proof

I saw y'all long blues clues with new youth

Who's you? You must be suited in booze, who's who?

Ya battle who? I only lose if I choose to

My crew's rude, we'll run through with zoo zoots

Bash phonebooths, shoot duece through loose suits

My attitude's crude, I do have prove you

I could care less about ya cryin' and boo-hoos

You, roll with troups who wear too-toos

You don't rhyme in ciphers you rhyme in fruit loops

My sharp tools cut through ya FUBU boots

And leave ya foot chopped like just like that roof, duke

Ah man you gots to be smokin', you know I keeps the crowd open

I don't know why you suitin' yaself up like Hulk Hogan

Ya hear me clearly, nearly the best to touch the mic

Freestyle and get ya hype, perform or even write

It's like math dukes, verse two, chapter eleven

Make AK-47's, spittin', hittin' the reverand

Now everybody in the charge get up, and start jettin'

Insightin' riots, this verse is a deadly weapon

I've been held behind bars too long

That's why every time I rhyme niggas be like "Yo, ya bars are too long"

I'm tellin' you Don, you don't want none of this harm

Robbery philiosophy, Shaolin monstrosity

Polly with common thieves, balance the blunt with embalmin' and hydro leaves

Ay dios mies, papi got flows like runny noses

All my foes know this, I'm so ferocious

Ya whole style is so atrocious

Tommy be overdosin', blink, ya link on

You probably won't even know where ya gold is

Stapleton's the coldest

Fuck the 'partment of corrections

We New York's boldest

Tell President Bush "Suck my dick, nigga hold this"

Nigga is you afraid to live and you scared to die?

Afraid to spread ya wings and you scared to fly

I for T.M.F., I'm prepared to lie

Take a bullet, get sentenced to death, sit in the chair and fry

We hold steel, leave you dead in the streets like road kill

Stretched out near the railroad tracks in Toad Hill

Haywire, my mouth is a torch, I spray fire

Shoot up ya video and direct it like Dave Myers

A nigga like me, son, I can't be broke

I'm like weed without a Dutch cause I can't be smoked

The street pharmacist, peal niggas like oranges

Rip ya cartilage, excess guns with extra cartridges

(Tommy: Trife is a threat to all you upcomin' artist-es

Young and marvelous, plus handsome like my father is

Invade ya state, mad stuck with the gate of Ace

Shut down ya operation and steal ya database

This rhymes, they not just lines from the PaperMate

This is real life, actual shit that be takin' place

Yo par you better play it safe, Walkin' Through the Darkness

Cause you'll be layin' in the ocean, standin' like a starfish