9th Prince - Raised Cain lyrics

[Intro: 9th Prince] I raise cain, yeah, it's like that [9th Prince] Aiyo, Slumdog Billionaire, only God I fear Grey hairs in my beard After the Laughter, comes Tearz, long dick spear Three course of course, but you can still see the size of my rear Louis Vutton don, I cause explosions like protons and electrons Destroy any MC like Papoose and Saigon Oh my God, 9th Prince is so hard Not because, I was locked up behind bars Or I, hung with the bloods in Auburn yard It's because, I've been through hell and came home with no scars Kidnapped the rap game, where I'm from n***as k** over money and fame Platinum chains, b**hes, and c**aine 0-9 to 0-10, I raise 'cain [Chorus 4X: Bruce Springsteen "Adam Raised a Cain" sample] Adam raised a cain [9th Prince] Aiyo, custom made autos, custom made clothing Custom made motorcyles Incarcerated disciples, released from prison Master the street, shotout to Broadway planes And Hollywood squares on New Year's Eve Rappers better duck and hide When I glide in the SL 500 Twin forty fives on my side Bulletproof ride, a weak n***a pride can turn into a homicide That's a j**el, I learned from the old school Money, clothes and hoes, a number one rule I got the eyes of a calm k**er, behind Bagarmi shades I push through in a snow storm, in a bulletproof Escalade Bring to war, enough ammo, to go in a rampage Fresh out the steel cage Locked up with them Brooklyn n***as, caught in the rage, I raise cain [Chorus 4X] [9th Prince] Aiyo, metaphors, make who*es lay on the floor Slow down b**h, I'mma give it to you raw Knock knock, who the f**'s at the door? It's me Sawed-Off, last name Shotgun You caught that? Bang, bang, now catch that one I'm the Supreme, walk with a lean, that's real mean And rise from the streets like Sting It was all a dream, catch New York is back All others can retire, and just relapse I'mma count my stacks, send shots through your fitted hat It's like that black, carrying Shaolin on my back n***as thought I fell off the map But the truth is, I was locked up in the trap With k**as and hustlers, spot rushers Drug users, drug pushers, yeah we all contributers Muthaf**a, I raise cain [Chorus 4X] [Interlude: 9th Prince] Yeah, you know what it is, man Sit the f** down, stop being clowns You know what I mean, we go round for round Pound for pound, sound for sound, you know 9th Prince, I raise cain, muthaf**a I'mma outta here, yeah, see you next year, or this year Another atmosphere, one [Chorus 4X]