| Are you ready?
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| Yes
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| Hold it, hehehehe
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| Now, we’re here at the orders of the 9th Prince
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| Yo, I’m a legend with a lethal weapon, keep firing
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| Til you hit the arms, slit your midsection
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| I keep heavy artillary, I’m back on my military
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| Shit scare you worse than Hail Mary
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| Attack like a killer whale, living underwater
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| The order is slaughter, all around the border
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| Live on YouTube, camera recorder, yeah, rappers getting tortured
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| Killarm', Arm & Hammers, broke Killa Sin out the slammer
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| Broke like the speed of sound traveling, where’s your manners?
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| I know that that’s vocalubary, my mind is a library
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| My heart is a mansion, you just a Little House on the Prairie
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| BP on the production, no repurcussions
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| Hip hop is facing self destruction
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| Save the music, don’t abuse it or misuse it
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| My Killarm' niggas, we all ruthless
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| Just in case you didn’t know my story
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| Three and a half years, all pain, no glory
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| Just in case you didn’t know my story
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| I’m bulletproofed down body, in the terrority
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| I’m a master like sensei, lady sings the blues like Sade
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| May day, may day, powerful swordplay
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| Cut records like Kay Slay, I’m like Riker’s Island contraband
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| My flows hotter than Arabian sand, chains swinging like Tarzan
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| Revenge of the 9th Prince, the man with the iron hand
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| Never take the stand, my pen and pad is contraband
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| Shoot my way out, in the slaughter house
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| From New York to Down South, yo, I’m out for new account
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| I push through, like a V12, Lexus 600 double L
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| African jewels, keep it on the down low like R. Kel
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| Neighborhood Robin Hood, it’s just me and lady heroine
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| Granddaddy Flow released from the pen
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| That’s how the saga begins
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| He’s back on the streets, healthy as vitamins
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| 9th Prince, you wanna kill us all? |