[Beretta 9]

This is for all y'all wanna be

Millitant, Camoflauge (Y'all n____s ain't raw)

Word up, we 'bout to show you how it's done (Word up man)

How to rock the boots (Like this)

The camoflauge (Great d___ n____ White)

The guns (The big ones that go..)

[Beretta 9]

Yo, watch for the shrapnel admiral

Didn't know the kid was tactful

My missles whistle at you s___tual, subtract you

Surrender all, we got you

Blitzkrieg, fahtis bleed, it's natural

The Army, take out your front line calmly - you like that

Tell the Cap' the kids back the Millitant

My regiment be five percent put Steelo in

Killin these tracks, Beretta on attack

This one for my die-hard n____s, watch yo' back

Or wind up in the graveyard, in Allah tint

Ask the fans, it's the Gods again

And if we got to, then we kill again

"Louie under, we're making another push"

"Get your people together.. lieutenant?"

"I got nothin left"

"Dig a little deeper"

[Superb]

Yo.. Up all night writin darts

Sniffin the pure, Christmas Eve '99 reminiscin and s___

(Bout) who got hit, (Bout) who got b____

(Bout) who b____es that is, who got kids and

Who sell crack, who a rapper now

Who money-washin, who was P.O.

Try to get him lockied up but his b____ is C.O.

And she gon' tell the captain, he gon' buy him a boat

The cap' gon' tell the judge, he gon' buy him a goat (And)

The judge gon' tell the D.A., he gon' buy him some c__e

The D.A. gon' tell his lawyer that his client can go

And, all y'all n____s mad I got the iron from Ghost

And, Chef still cookin what you tryin to get roast

Bobby'll beat that a__, Meth do a show in ya coats

And Cappadonna, the Masta will Kill ya

You f___in with a true master, f___in with power

You f___in with the Wu b______s, f___in with ours

We the most livest, most largest, squadrant

Sergeants in Africa, thugs from America

Live from New York, straight from Florida City

All s___ty, screamin "Play more Biggie"

Hood like you blowin, per blow more quickly

Still poppin pain that cause four-fifty

I ain't know they was young, I just like short b____es

[Islord]

Yo, you f___ed up when you crossed my line

I got the nine, pointed at ya back spine

So feel the heat, as I let the lead tear your meat

Cuz I represent the real n____s from the streets

I'm comin trough blackdown, with the fat tre' pound

Strapped, c___ed back

While my right-hand man plays a role in the back,

with the mack - Subject to murderous art,

as I finesse it and also compose the track like Mozart

This nine'll script, n____s get finked up

In this rap game, it's madly insane

So don't go against the grain, or get your life tooken

With ya head chopped off, placed in a plastic bag,

its Central booking, forever kings

[9th Prince]

Aiyyo I spit verses that'll bury you beneath the surface

A murder this like voodoo curses

9th Prince forever nervous, a___og n____s is short-circuit

Killa be killas the purpose

Guns in holsters what the earth is, musical apocalypse

Run up on the label, hold the A and R for a hostage

Limps from four-footers who's with it, go 'head spit it

The weed and dust makes me kill s___, kill s___...

"The way I see it, we've got two choices"

"We can settle for being slaughtered in the push tomorrow"

"Or we can take those tanks out tonight.."

"If we do it, it's just us"

"We'll slip past the lines unchecked"

"Just another sorry-a__ patrol"

"Lemme get this straight"

"Yesterdauy your point was Section 8"

"No"

"You wanna lead some renegade force against their tanks"

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