Killarmy - Whatever We Want Lyrics
{*fanfare*[Hook x3.5: Islord]Ladies and gentlemen you about to seeThe flyest MC's, just rippin ya M-I-C[Killa Sin]Eh-yo, we come from gun *****ers, rock the guzzle andPop a couple and bop the opposite the coppers runnin inRooftop binocular, why's they keep hoverin?Somehow, someway, you know they comin, kidDuck from the po-9, blast 30 rounds for my comrades*****tail bomb, my Killarm' rag'll launch thatComplex, gin X intellect, intercept the mic with an inner-stepSmash like a rental wreck, young gun but been a vetWalk North, mini Tec talk to ya sawed off, mine blow ya balls offWorldwide from one small asylum, Staten IslandWhere the crime round-up rises like waves when homicide hits[P.R. Terrorist]Visualize whats on my mind one timeIf it's not crime, it's teachin the deaf, dumb and the blindHow to be refined, not once, but two timesMind and matter, who's beats are fatterWho's lyrical treats of data, one more step to complete the latterPress delete, pull out the heat, the beef'll splatterIncrease the static with the peace, cuz all I see is the beastTryin to take my beauty, lock and load the UziTerrorist: The Movie, not for ya child to seeBlue Steel part 2, Killarmy part 3Puerto Rican little nigga on the M-I-CReppin Nueva York seriously, Dom P is like a bullyWhen my raps come out they rock hoodies {*echoes*{*bullets firing*[Chorus x2: Killa Sin]Eh yo, whatever we want we gon' take itSee we could build it up or we could break itWe leave 'em shooken up bad like when a quake hit (x2)[Beretta 9]We bomb aerial, material, 1 shot scenarioKillarm' battalion stage show, 4 Sho ShoYou want war? Machine gun tour, these shots informYa door black, they knockin and all thatSurprise, slugs murderize, empor'ize, widow wisePenalize, those who didn't criticize us, what fun, let it slideCaramel, Ginko thoughts, knowledge twice, yoI'm nice, salute me, bust my joint, aim preciseWhile you shoot G, ***** that shitSecond guess us, murder 1, return yo' shit[9th Prince]Eh-yo, fresh out the P-Now, Allah with C nowMove the crowd, 40 thou' is how the kid get downLocked down in the pen, it makes assassinsBloods and Crips, Puerto Ricans and ItaliansWe all top billin in a cell, straight HellNobody made bail, watch for the 3rd railLife's no joke, chill loc, kid already got his nose brokeOh that's Duke from Killarm', yoCO's swallowin my notes, make moves or let ya body float9th Prince with the roller coaster flowEh-yo, I'm ghost {*echoes*[Chorus x2]{*bullets flying*[sampled singer]Ohh-ohh.. ohh-ohh (x3)[War movie sample]Come on, men, let's go!Do you see the spirit of these men?Do you see the new spirit?Why do you wanna take advantage of that beforesomethin happens to zap their strength?Damn these battalion relieved inIn a defeat, or even, to have it reenforced withtroubles from the reserve regimentIf we were stalled before reachin the topJesus Christ, that takes a Hell of a lot more than I can stand!I've waited all my life for this!
