k**army - Dancing With Wolves lyrics

{*eerie winds blowing*} {*howling wolves*} [Beretta 9] Aiyyo Summer ride show down, it's about to go down Beretta 9 creapin through the fold, n***a, one round Bloodhound, no sound, check out how I get down One knee aimin for yo' headpiece, lay down This is not a playground, did you in, a tre-pound I'm so loud that y'all n***as throw a pound So it's a must that I explain her Don't want no dog's retainer Forever will I shine and remain a.. a.. a.. Champ without a warnin, I cherish every moment I shoot like if I'm on my last Yo check it out how I blast My subjects went out and got bought Take a circle breast shot, took us to the rooftop.. top.. Don't play my next onslaught, this is how a wolf fought You could get a get-got, Gods watched the hill top n***a check the red dot, fakin off yo' Dodge parked All you heard was yo' heart stop, my n***a [Islord] Yo, check the topic to this essay It's murder in the first, ese? As I bust a slug through yo' fragile statue But that's actual, precise timed and on point like a marksman Four-four, rubber grip, Summer of Sam specialist Take this four-hunded grain thought that'll pierce ya cranium From the rear, I don't give a f**, this is my year I'm takin this rap sh** back from the wack f** who you are kid, f** where you representin And after, basically my mentality is on some '93 sh** When you had to Protect Ya Neck in this sh** To be an MC, now it's al about the tight clothes Crossover flows, platinum j**elery to get a plaque in the industry But never the I-S-L-O-R-D, I keep my sh** muddy Stay gummy, ya fake a** gangstas [Chorus: Prodical] Aiyyo We still comin, stay gunnin, stay sunnin Shine top of the 4th hit, we run sh** Cla**ic black matches, k**arm', ice charm In the black Yukon, you f**in ba*tard Still comin, stay gunnin, stay sunnin Shine top of the 4th hit, we run sh** Cla**ic black matches, k**arm', ice charm In the black Yukon, you f**in ba*tard [P.R. Terrorist] Call me the rebel, bust thirty-three shots at the Devil Tell 'im I love 'im just because I made 'im Plus there ain't no way to escape him On the fire escape with the narocotic from the one-two-oh Station, I'm impatient, my firearm driftin with starvation Divine mind, I Power Rule, United Nation My DJ's spinnin the latest from the out the crates and k**arm's rockin the stage like a brigade and My own congress, government rocket launchers sh** Strikin on ya Five Consciouses NARCes men didn't know I put the toxic in Til they got burnt by the scorpion (Uh-huh) I spit lyrics that's like bad for ya health I'd blow gun powder right off of he shelf My brain power cause a rain shower Restrain cowards, pull out to the heat and flame at ours [9th Prince] Aiyyo A Soviet deep in Paris, Playboy rabbits want carrots Luxury marriage, life, ain't havin it I keep the forty-five automatic like Mathematics Start terminatin savages, I'm raw like 'caine to easy addicts Street tactics, layin down the caskets On biblical war, perform Michael Jackson Thriller but way iller A slave k**er, protected by Shaolin and Brooklyn Zu guerillas Under my pillow, I sleep with grenades, untraceable heaters Stay deeper than scientific readers My cipher sounds will ding pound, I blast you on ya nightgown Kidnap ya child, might give him to the crowd On my way Uptown in my '95 Millenium Seen k**a Sin and 'em, that n***a sound feminine Remember 9th Prince, I'll forever get up in 'em [k**a Sin] k**a loco, vocals hold you hostage Gothic, size out live sh**, catch a wise quick, focus We stone fist explosive, load 'em like fo'-fifths To roast clicks, ferocious as ro-b**h, with no cinch My thoughts so dense they form mist I swarm quicker than norm, my Bee stingers stay dipped in corn liquor Warn n***as from the last time, my past time hobby be Robbin n***as in they lobby, G, come out ya Wallabees Fifty-six penny-weight chain limit the policy Modernize crime comodity, now let us get what? [Chorus 2X] [Unknown Singer] We got fire.. hot.. burnin hot We got fire... from The Sun Still gon' win from the streets cuz there's no smoke with no heat Still gon' win from the streets cuz we ain't go no heat We got fire... from The Sun