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(feat. 9th Prince, T.M.F) [Intro: Trife (No Smiles)] Yeah, yeah, T.M.F., yeah Killarm', let it be known, niggas Just know.. (You'll be wet, niggas) Uh-huh [Chorus x2: Trife] We toss niggas off the stage if they ain't liven it up Have all you scared to death niggas hidin' up in the cut Y'all play the bathroom, what, you afraid to get bust? T.M.F. and Killarm' you better Roll With the Rush [Trife] We unstoppable, tryin' block me is impossible I blow through obstacles and spread out like hair folicles Powerful, watch you every move, have niggas follow you All alone ya bust off ya chrome in the abdominal Comical, derelicts, killa Beretta kicks Better rip, shootin' at random so you better dip Crime and Smiles the kinda niggas I get cheddar wit Confederate, build on the things that we inherited Came close to death situations and live to tell of it And bitches for the hell of it claimin' that they celibate Knowin' damn well they've been fuckin' for years SongtexteGettin' niggas for they dough and still couple for gear I got this shit that these heads been wantin' to hear Somethin' for they ear, got M.C.'s runnin' in fear Yo we comin' this year, nuclear bombs explode Get Devo', crush ya ego, bust and reload I could take it to the line and shoot free throws Water, my shit is net, you get wet for tryin' to creep slow Throwin' weak blows, eh-yo I eat those [9th Prince] Eh-yo! Eh-yo! Eh-yo, I'm a sky-scraper, 9th Prince the vampire slayer Wu-Tang player hater, M.C. space invader Invade ya territory like the force of Darth Vader Analog niggas stuck in pissy elevators Killa Hill Projects, you can't dissect Undercover cops, Unidentified Flying Objects Machine gat raps for niggas sellin' cracks, get stuck with thumb tacks T.M.F. wave the ooh-wops, 9th Prince on the map [Chorus x2] [No Smiles] Tommy, send niggas home bloody to they mommy Scuffed up, roughed up, lumped up Touched with tremendous, blows to the appendix Smack you in the brain, leave ya like Marlon Wayans, senseless Bone crush, head dented, I'm demented Breeze through the entrance, smellin' like trees and the wet shit Luke Skywalkin' on some bench shit Schemin' on the next necklace, check this Point blank, if you ain't bustin' tanks, don't mention my name I bring tension like pain Headed in the wrong direction on the train Crush dum' it, nigga I'm tight with my crew When I wink my eyelash that means blast at you Travel fast, they call me Two-Two I'm too live, my 2 Live Crew'll blind you The boys that wear that white and blue will find you Stuck to the suction gate in Silver Lake I catch burn off of, any record in the crate Old school, new school, I'm hot and cool All time rhyme great with the microphone too Make you jump out ya chair and act like a fool Snuff the man next to you on some hype shit Prepare it like this, I'm next to Gumbo, with the spices Bad jumble so you know the fiends is gon' like this High prices, sky, touchin' the nicest Eternal wise, the God's righteous Fall back niggas, I call all my shots Y'all niggas get rocked [Chorus x2] [P.R. Terrorist] Apocalyptic rhyme, droppin' hot signs of all kinds Holdin' nines, readin' signs from niggas who do crimes Keep in mind, there's a lot of niggas, that's tryin' to shine But they all can't, I narrowed it down, I gotta get mine Like last month's rent, have niggas hidin' in tents Lyrics, that I invent, torment, and leave a dent Have you bent, com-ment the kid as excellent He derived from Puerto Rican descent, strike like a serpent The album needs parental consent, explicit content War merchant, as spoke, could leave mics and spots broken No joke, real aggressive and shit when I'm provoken I cipher on stage, engage the ball Riker Shit I'm tougher than the the leather on the back of a biker Back snapper, floor grappler, with moves, a vicious striker You need a diaper for the shit that you talk, prolific writer Make you dance, make you cry and experience why I'm the best at what I do and not a man can deny Slice ya ass up, Colombian necktie, you die Yeah Aus Songtexte Mania