Rob Lewis - Warrior lyrics

[Bounty k**er] This is the big bad Bounty k**a alongside Mista Nine And we always a shine, ah we are a one-of-a-kind We k** for a dime.. (aiyyo we gon' spark this up right now) This time, it's crime, and rhyme Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy! (Bounty k**er, Nine) Check.. where them said 'em want to watch [Hook: Nine + Bounty k**er] I'm a - WARRIOR The God 'pon the low will take - FOUR OF YA Yeah Nine brings the ba** like - GLORIA If you're weak I'm ignorin ya and - FLOORIN YA In the - CORRIDOR [Nine] I run with the unfortunate depressed adolescents From tenements and projects hell it's, seven I'm heaven sent The evidence is physical and mental I put led to the head like a pencil and dent you You five dollars, I already spent you I lynch you your spotlight now I dim the lights Break the mics like a dollar for the pay phone You should've stayed home, now you stiff like stone Heartbeat like a dial tone (OOOOOOO) you can't roam When Nine and Bounty k**er plant crops, lick shots Then all the bullsh** stops, take cuts Manhattan for twenty-four bucks! [Bounty k**er] We don't fear nah no boy, yo me nah fear no guy Me unbeatable, me tell dem fool dem no try An if it is a show, I am de star guy Said dis Iyya said dat now until ya said de wrong t'ing Dat's what ya say to Nine too young fi yellin Big gun ba-bulgin out de sprawlin Marlin Weaks, a mi murder dem, in front dem darlin' Dis I got-ta mention Run tell me nah go speak my in-tention Lion and de k**er yes dem rulin on a mission Steppin on de block, wit de latest weapon Boy ya gone dead, in a confronta-tion, yes yes! [Nine] Ahh, ahh, as the saga continue, what's left on the menu? I excite you and wet you, before I get in you I spin you like the bottle, make you wobble with lyrical intoxication My demonstration will awaken a nation Who wanna lyric prove I prove The proof is mathematically related like first cousins Gangsters come a dime a dozen, we all strugglin So stop buggin druggin and hustlin, muggin and cussin No discussion, I pack heat in these hard times These Sports are Illustrated, check The Source to feel the Vibe Get live like birth Fightin for turf that's stolen ain't how I'm rollin [Bounty k**er] Well I'm about to dismantle, left right No bullet from the head to de ankle Run from de Nine all ya mus get trampled Forty-five bust k** run me boy get my sample Forty of ya wan to come front we in the backle Life a murder people, well to me dat is nuttin If you want a war, well ya askin for some'in Me a murder boy, from his smile a mi likkle Yes me a warrior, k** for dime and nickle He nah go war, me a k** fi likkle bickle, shut up! If you ain't done take it play how some stickle, well! [Nine] Hit him in the head and get him open like a dimepiece I pack enough bozack, run in freaks in the front seats My seeds to earth bring the birth Of the next generation of revolution on this stolen turf Cut off your ear, leave you blue like a smurf Face down with your dick in the dirt, that must hurt We puttin in work, now you up sh**'s creek Like a pretty boy, in the pentitiary with big bu*t cheeks Feelin FREAKED [Bounty k**er] We don't fear nah no boy Nine we nah fear no guy yes Unbeatable we tell de punks dem nah try so If it is a show, we are de star guys Said dis on dem said dat now until dem said de wrong t'ing Dat's what dem say to Nine too young fi yellin Well my gun ba-bulgin out de sprawlin Marlin Twenty-one now we k** dem in front of your darlin' Dis I've got-ta mention Yes crush on dem nah gon' speak my in-tention [Hook] - repeat 2X