9th Prince - Slang Killaz (feat. Killarmy) Lyricsf/ Islord, P.R. Terrorist[singer]Hmm.. oooh.. ooh..Killa Beez.. Killarmy..[9th Prince]Eh-yoA Soviet deep in Paris, Playboy rabbits want carrotsLuxury marriage, 9th ain't havin itI keep the forty-five automatic like MathematicsStart terminatin savages, I'm raw like 'caine to easy addictsStreet tactics, million dollar casketsOn biblical war, perform Michael Jackson Thriller but way illerA slave killer, protected by Shaolin and Brooklyn Zu guerillasUnder my pillow, I sleep with grenades, untraceable heatersLay deeper than scientific readersMy cipher sounds will ding pound, I blast you on ya nightgownKidnap ya child, might give him to the crowdOn my way Uptown in my '95 MilleniumSeen Killa Sin and 'em, let niggas sound feminineRemember 9th Prince ill forever, I get up in 'emMy style is like runnin' up in small town banksBulletproof tanks, never bust blanksAlways suffer with shank[singer]Killa Beez.. we will sting you..Killa Beez.. Killarmy..[Islord - over singer]Aiyo aiyo once againWe stingin' y'all motha*****as cuz I don't give a flyin' *****About none of y'all niggas out hereCuz if you ain't none of my motha*****in' Killarmy comrades***** y'all!Yo, check the topic to this essayIt's murder in the first, ese?As I bust a slug through yo' fragile statueAnd that's actual, precise timed and on point like a marksmanFour-four, rubber grip, Summer of Sam specialist, so take thisFour-hunded grain thought that'll pierce ya craniumFrom the rear, I don't give a *****, this is my yearI'm takin this rap shit back from the wack***** who you are kid, ***** where you representin atCuz basically my mentality is on some '93 shitWhen you had to Protect Ya Neck in this shitTo be an MC, now it's al about the tight clothesCrossed over flows, platinum jewelery to get a plaque in the industryBut never the I-S-L-to the O-R-DI keep my shit muddy like my Timbs be, you fake ass MC's[singer]Killa Beez.. Killarmy..Killa Beez.. we will sting you..[P.R. Terrorist]Aiyo TerroristI'm on the block like any manThe difference between me and you is I understandYou askin' questions, "What's that shit up in my hand?"Answer your questions, I fire that shit up in ya pan***** nigga, understand? I'm the P-R-T, era is thisHis lyrics are unique and his vocals are crispBang that shit in ya Jeeps or on ya block with the fifthSo front on his, kid, front on this'Til I could let this shit that's in my hand light up my wristAnd let this shit descend in like E-V ya chestI'm far from the best, I'm more like the worst you ever seenSpit green phlegm from blood same color as my jeansAnd my boots'll be brown, get up, the street's downLet the beat hound cuz beef pound, 'round the blockThis is hip-hop, niggas *****ed around and went pop[singer]Killa Beez.. Killarmy.. (x3)Killa Beez.. we will sting you..