Target Practice - 9th Prince

I don’t know what the fuck these niggas is thinking

The new and improved 9th Prince, fuck these niggas yo

The new and improved 9th Prince, it’s on, eat a dick, nigga, word up

Aiyo, I blast like a Beretta 9, climb the Billboard charts

With a bullet that rip through your heart and spine

You see I speak so divine, diamond Guess watch

Left the eye on the pyramid blind

It’s the return of the killas, corporate Hitlers

The best rhyme spitter, better than Nas

Better than Jigga, no, not the RZA

It’s the 9th Prince, lyrical silverback gorilla

I was locked up in the mountains

Everyday I was counting, free at last like Martin

Niggas is UFO’s, nice little reign

Claiming he’s a martian, I traveled far

An underground star, bulletproof convertible cars

I done drove and crashed without a crash bar

Hopped out the 745, like I was live

The best of Killarm', fuck the talk is all jive

Yo, who you know got flow just like this?

Who you know pop champagne like this?

Who you know came home from jail like this?

Target practice, ya’ll all on my hitlist

Who you know got flows just like this?

Who you know spend money just like this?

Who you know rock shows just like this?

Target practice, ya’ll all on my hitlist?

Niggas is trapped in the darkness

What I did to Holocaust was straight heartless

The 9th Prince is a beast, Wu-Tang Clan

Can never be deceased, fuck Rosa Parks

I would of shot a nigga from my seat

Niggas say Madman, why you tripping?

You the illest

Bust my gun with the realest

Spit rapid fire, with a terrorist

Lay low, deep waters of the abyss

Rihanna blew me a kiss, I raise a black fist, drift off into the myst

FBI most wanted list, let’s clarify all the rumors

9th Prince about to blow like a brain tumor

In the heads of the consumers, intruders

Instigating contributors, 9th Prince is a sharpshooter

Word up, that’s how we do, yo

The 9th Prince and Killarm', yo

Word up, what the fuck, what the fuck ya’ll niggas wanna do son?

Yeah, we ain’t playing, son, it’s the 9th Prince, niggas

Ya’ll muthafuckas get ready, man

Word up, it’s about to be on like popcorn, nigga

Fuck that, pop ya muthafucking piece, man

It’s real right now, man, Killarmy, man '09, yo

We in the last days muthafucka, three thousand and eighty

Four thousand out this muthafucka, right now, nigga

It’s the 9th Prince niggas, fresh out of jail

Killarmy, muthafucka

Shout out to my muthafucking Killarmy comrades

Killa Sin, come home, son, rest in peace to ODB

Ya’ll niggas don’t respect this shit, man

I ain’t one of these niggas that keep my muthafucking mouth shut

Yo, tell 'em 9th, tell 'em, let them niggas know something right now, yo

The 9th Prince, Killarmy, yo, we taking over this muthafucking game

Word up, man, we out of here, yo, one muthafucking love, niggas, peace