[Intro: P.R. Terrorist]
Yeeeeeeeeeah, Terrorist
Y`all niggaz ready? I`m `bout to run all this shit
[P.R. Terrorist (9th Prince)]
Pat myself on the back, I deserve it
I know for certain, behind curtains lies serpents
That wanna see my pockets hurtin` and my career not workin`
That`s why my choice be fein`in` to bust
They love to see my Spanish ass in cuffs
but it won`t happen, I`m tryin` to own Manhattan, son
Yo, they call it Latin paradise, the latest fashion is ice
Bitches never think twice, they hop in my ride and slide
Only the strong will survive, I`m losin` my mind
Hand grippin` the nine, `nother hand on the wheel
Makin` music that the people could feel
That`s what`s up, takin` `em home like the Stanley Cup
Twenty-Twos on the truck, niggaz got stuck when I was down on my luck
Now I`m up and comin`, penthouse like the Drummonds
Havin` run-ins with the law they`re like my day is comin`
But it`s really not, Terrorist is really hot
Terrorist is really hot when I`m blowin` the spot, yo
Yeah uh-huh, uh uh (uh uh), Tera Iz Him, check it out bitch
[9th Prince]
Aiyo, aiyo
We creepin` with thugs, holdin` snubs up in clubs
Put yo` mouth on the barrel, make you face these slugs
Flowin` with a genie givin` me head on the magic rug
Lifestyle is mug, put you in a bear hug
Slang meteorologist, can`t follow this
Pack rap hollow tips, your wiz wanna swallow my kids
Street metaphors for outlaws doin` they bid
Holdin` the heat on the run while screamin` f` those pigs
Thats po-lice with the mark of the beast, leave you deceased
I had to flee rappers cop pleas stick with the heat
When I was 17, 9th Prince started whylin`
Doin` stick ups from Ohio to Gaten island
Now I`m stranded on the rock, Islord keep the heat cocked
Oh shit the god got knocked, for bell money
Shoot up spots, Madman laser guns
The team, we ain`t robocops, straight off the muthafuckin` block
[Outro: P.R. Terrorist (9th Prince)]
(Word the fuck up) yeah (uh-huh, word up) fuckas
(Ya`ll niggas better throw your guns up to this shit, right here, man)
Throw them shits up, up, up, yeah, yeah, yeah (word up man)
It`s called The Ceremony, Terrorist and 9th Prince, bitch (word up man)
Ya`ll niggas know what time it is (yeah) Killarmy`s the best, nigga
Word (word up, man, fuck all ya`ll niggas, man) word up
All ya`ll niggas that been frontin`, ya`ll niggas better hang that shit up
(Word man) Ya`ll niggas can`t fuck wit, you knew who the fuck I`m talkin` too
(You ain`t got no love for Killarm`, we ain`t got no muthafuckin` love for you) nigga
(Word up, man) ya`ll know we don`t play on the streets, nigga, ain`t no fuckin` game
We come see ya`ll niggas if you talk shit (word up) word up
(Come to hood near you) We be right there, bitch, word up
(And all ya`ll bitches, man, I just want head man, strictly head, hehehe, you know)
Straight head, bitch (word up) head in the whip, head in the morn`, heard in the morn`
(Swallow them all niggas) Like my nigga B.I.G., bitch, word up
(Killarm` niggas) uh-huh, uh-huh (yeah, it`s that raw shit, the Killarm` shit)
(What?) uh-huh (Terrorist)
That day we came to fuck ya`ll, bitch niggas know my status
If ya`ll fuck around wit us, ya`ll, gon` feel the fuckin` flames, now
Uh-huh, ya`ll can`t fuck wit the, Killarmy click, we too thick
Ya`ll niggas fucked up now cuz, we gonna fu-, ass up, uh, yeah
Knowhatimsayin`? Word up (word up, Killarm`, 2002 and 3 and 4 and 5, gettin`)
All that shit, bitch nigga, Terrorist and 9th Prince, the muthafuckin` ceremony nigga
Killarmy style, peace to my nigga Seven Wounds for producin` this ill ass track
Baltimore we ya`ll at? (Word up) Yeah, uh-huh (uh) bitch, check it out
(Fuck ya`ll niggas...)
