Ghostface Killah - 9 Mm Lyrics

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[Cappadonna]

It's the return of Bin Laden grab your armor

Smash pretty boy niggas crush they karma

Eat bones with alligators roll deep with my entourage

My whole crew's fresh out the bars

Diggler AKA the Cab Driver

Drop him off in the middle of fire

Dirty Island drag bodies to the murderland

Knock niggas out hurtin' my hand

[Method Man]

I remember in the elevators when we was playin' corners

Now we play the corners and the cops is stayin' on us (uh)

Staten's where the war is

Where the court system's running out of warrants

Where TNT be jumping out the Taurus

For real I can't call it

You see I love Lucy cuz she Lawless

Exactly like that 1-0-3-0-4 is

Snitch niggas swallow your tongue

Already know the island I'm from

And y'all don't want no problems with them

[Genius/GZA]

We got a history full of lightning victories

Conceptual breakthrough it ain't no mystery

Long vision from giants in every way

Rap czars magnificent flows for every day

From the East to the ville from the West to the hills

Incredible rhymes encouraging skill

From rat packs the smallest crews were enormous

They hit 'em fast with an effortless performance

MCs start fleeing in flocks

Especially those that's more sensitive to heat and shock

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[Inspektah Deck]

We grindin' down to the bone

My name grounded in stone

I'm Mr. Violence we loungin' with Chrome

Mr. Violence we lounge in his home hit the housing on Rome

Shining like a hundred thousand in stones

Move mountains with poems got a jones for dinero

1-6-zero my songs we throwin' elbows

The hoes cling sho thing we know kings

Only dime dikes with minds right we choose Queens

[Masta Killa]

Yeah we wild like rockstars who smash guitars

Yo son split his face with the toast he ain't Ghost

It's no joke iron coat rife him with the stroke

One toke brains float shot to the throat

Before the smoke hit witness the killing

On the crime scene

Body on the block

Eyes open from the shock

Of being popped in the neck

Yet he still had a lit cigarette between his fingertips

Danger when you step into the chamber with the master

Disaster gotta blast ya cuz I hafta

[U-God]

The rat pack is back from the island of Stat'

Leave you cursed off cuz you worship the gat

The first one to snap drunk off the Smirnoff

Blow the bouncer's ear off let him floss he the boss

Handcuffed to the turntables like Wizard Theodore

See it's pure let iy rain curly ounces

Bang him with the thing that hang from the trousers

You don't want no drama I'm flaming fast

That nigga jumped up and did the Damon Dash (Dash..)

[GUNSHOT]

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