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(feat. 9th Prince) [Intro: P.R. Terrorist (9th Prince)] Yeah, yeah, got me son? (yeah no doubt) You gonna hold me down on this one, kid (yea, no question) That's what I'm talkin' about You don't be believin' the shit I be sayin' sometimes (nigga, go ahead wit that shit) Don't be likin' that shit, son, get on my nerves, son For real, you supposed to be my nigga, son, for real (I got you, son) Yo, yo (I got you), yo [Chorus: P.R. Terrorist] You can trust me on this, son, and trust me on that You can trust me on this, son, and trust me on that You can trust me on this, son, and trust me on that Smack your ass wit the face of the gun, her ass crack Smack your ass wit the face of the gun, her ass crack [Chorus: 9th Prince] You can trust me on this, God, or trust me on that You can trust me on this, black, or trust me on that You can trust me on this, blood, or trust me on that Smack your bitch wit the front of the gat, her ass crack Smack your bitch wit the front of the gat, her ass crack Songtexte[P.R. Terrorist] Smack your ass wit the ass of the chrome, the Spanish viking is home Recitin' poems, to leave your weak ass in the zone, home The kid's known, from my grain to the others Bust a shot for my brothers, still poppin' rubbers Keep a drop on the undercovers, and oversears wanna be us But still can't see us wit the heaters We got many of those, bullet holes left in your fuckin' clothes Your fuckin' foes'll froze, for leakin' out your mouth and nose I can't trust you, a year ago, almost had to bust you A bust due, makin' this CREAM just disgust you Gun scream, makin' this CREAM, it just digust you, yeah Aus Songtexte Mania