100 Degrees lyrics

Artist  : 9th Prince 
Song : 100 Degrees



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[Intro: 9th Prince]



Yo, yeah, yeah



I don't even talk to y'all niggas



Not on the streets



I wanna big up my cousin O.D.B. though



Word up, Baby Jesus locked down



You know?



That's it, man



That's all I gotta say to y'all niggas



You know?



Then watch me spit



Lyrical warfare, word up







[9th Prince]



Aiyo I'm wise like a blind man playin' piano



Jellyin' across the Verazanno bustin' at
Sopranos



White boys with attitudes like Rocky Marciano



Got a fire arm like Janet Reno



We serve John Wayne in El Dorado



Go to war like Al Pacino



Or Robert De Niro Casino



The ghetto is pitch dark



For the street's of messenger, the story like
Joan of Arc



First spark with Stapleton park



Gladiators and D&D, before that was the Paris
Crew Squad



I just to stand up on the benches



State of mind, third eye dimension lynchin'



Killarm' comrades like henchmen



Street doctor leave you paralyzed in St.
Vincent



End the session with the weapon



Madman reach for the sky and snatch the Moon out
the Heaven



Attack you with the Mac-11



Shots let off that'll rip thru ya flesh



Pull bullets the shape of sevens, keep
steppin'



Lethal rejection, high scene rock mine, BONG!



Heavyweight blows to ya midsection, Madman is
comin'



You best to head the opposite direction







[Chorus x2: 9th Prince]



Aiyo Madman drag 'em thru the dark streets of
reality



Matrix combat, projects go to war from Shaolin to
Iraq



When fake niggas bust their heat, real soldiers
bust back (bust back)







[9th Prince]



Aiyo I spit razors at haters



I'm a walkin' skyscraper like Wolf Blazer



We blase lasers at invaders, that's infantry
behavior



1-2-0 precinct slang faders



Weak niggas get robbed in pissy elevators



Rappers bite like alligators



We bust CD's inside Navigators



I ain't pretty, life is risky



Like my act against Species



Migrate, United States, the cities, Madman
prophecies



I had to duck four shots comin' out of 260
lobby



Islord picked me up in a stolen Mazurati



With two hotties with two sawed off shotti's



Beretta know karate



Fuck around in half lead half metal



On to beat a body, soon to be a millionaire like
Bill Cosby



Dom P. accept the collect calls from John
Gotti



We ain't gangstas we shankstas that'll shank
ya



Bitch ass niggas get hung with coat hangers







[Chorus x2]







[Outro: 9th Prince]



We keep bustin', ain't no trustin', nobody



On these dark streets.. word up



Yo O.D.B., big cuz, Baby Jesus



Killarm', we gon' come break ya ass out, nigga



Word up, we keep preppin' this shit



9th Prince y'all, Madman y'all



Throw ya grenades up



Word