9 Elements

[Intro: Popa Wu (Terra Tory)] Yeeahh, where my all motherfuckin niggas at y'all? YouknowI'msayin? They say U.K. can't do that shit, them niggas crazy.. Nigga please! Yo! Yeah! U.K. motherfucka! One time, U.K. motherfucka! This is for real y'all (Yeah, U.K. motherfuckas, that's safe for the God 43 Queens, ShaCronz, bring on the Gods Yo, yo, yo.., Far Rock, nigga) [Terra Tory] You never know respect for a thug, I know what you on Dead wrong, dick in they palm Who be that nigga, who runnin forth? Know where y'all are Got beat told, but 42-0, thuggin you learn Hit with a slug, you never return, nigga And if you a thug, then you gon' learn, nigga Triggas get pulled, and I never get touched Me and my Gods rush, playin ya cards, knowin ya pushed [Free Murda] You wanna sleep, sleep in a box Squeezin them Glocks, swingin at ox Blazin at cops, pushin them rocks On a block bitches lips on the cock Weed spots hot, cuz niggas snitchin on stop (Ya heard?) Push a chrome Accura, with the sunroof on top Like rain, niggas drop once the Taurus was cocked Get back like rosaries, guns Toss 'em Up like Jodeci No nigga ownin me, snitches don't get close to me I keep the steel blue like Crips Fags in jail runnin they lips, guess it's you the slugs rip Sparks fly constantly, throwin dark Bacardi In a party niggas pull the ax like Bill Cardi' [ShaCronz] Yo, what's the fuckin deal? Crew do pedal pots, pump crills Sha puff lye and chill, cop pies and build Kill one with bolt, my squad toke Never hesitate to blaze toast, regulate on A-trains Take change, to murder hosts with a twelve men team 12th lean, sit back, relax, sip the cash and C.R.E.A.M In the Ac' gettin my lungs dirty, mergin Castles hate ain't like curtains, no birth, in the mall flirtin [Interlude: Popa Wu (I-Born)] Man, fuck that shit man (Billy Box) Bunch of fuckheads runnin around like some silly ass niggas Talkin 'bout we can't do this, and we can't do that Man fuck that, this is Popa Wu shit [I-Born] Shit change when Billy the boxcutter, Buck 50 the spot runner Gon' be a hot summer, stuntin the four runner Tradin the gun, for the boxcutter, Billy Sillies with a Mac milly, always know the dilly And what nigga? Afro 70 strut, nigga Beer bubble stuff and uncut, jungle sensai Bootleg Remmy and stagger, stick switch, stuff the dagger Next they drag her with a crumb in his asthma pump Lumps with a safety off, mates screamin "Make me boss" Toss accurate, kill with shit, have to kick [Black Venom] American thief, three-hundred, Miss Pelican Brief Rebel in me, occupants, metal and fleets Settle in streets, lock 'em in a Tianamen street Recommend sleep, never witness skeleton beef The elements leak, organisms close to the death Holsters are kept, concealed steal, soke 'em and wet Provokin the threat, plans stay open and set Scopes on the head, caught cops, watch 'em, smoke 'em and step Broken a sweat from dreams that I've seen while dozin Meanwhile frozen and trapped in a penal closen [Ty-Jigs] Yo, what's the deal? Ty-Jigs corrupt the ill Clutch my steel, U.K. bust at will Lust for mills, front, get touched like brail Four-hundred trucks, Land of the Lux, the ledge, custom grill Code of the streets, roll deep holdin my heat Creep most, freakin code on the phone with my peeps Zonin on beats, known for the dough that I keep Platinum watches now, used to rock gold on my teeth Bonin a freak, red bones moanin in suites Hoes in fatigue, alone poppin Moe' on the beach Bitch! [Interlude: Popa Wu] Yea, now y'all check that shit out, motherfucka Yea, one for your mind, motherfucka Y'all thought we can't do this, what? What? Do that motherfucka Shit, ShaCronz in the house, I. Born Prodigal Sunn, all my motherfuckin niggas in the house That's dope and y'all said we can't rock this shit Get upon it, motherfucker, nigga please! [Pyzone] The black chamber, 10th Chamber, black Pyzone Bullets get thrown, double at your chrome k-toned Fort Greene's the murder scene, where I rest my dome TNT, chrome baby gotta flow it and roam Rome leaves roll the streets, bare feet on the stone Crunchin my grape, givin me strength, bitch and jaw bone Death before the dishonor, partner your head'll get blown Even if you're holdin, and ridin the stolen My light'll be shown, semi-auto, Rover, it's on U.K. till the day that I'm dead and gone Told to fold on, Rose John gets the bone Hold on, you get toned from your head to your cone [Nesto] Crab on my neck, iced out, heavyweight Talk slick at a dice game, fuck your roll up Side bettin now you vexed, team lookin upset Drop my specs, reach for my tec, on purpose I know you niggas nervous, I know you heard of us U.K. murderers, rap assassinators Let's get it on like Gladiator Take it to the streets and punk out like the Terminator Nesto, keep it hot like a radiator Get your whole team stuck like a elevator Extortion, always in with my Porsche and Plottin plus schemin on spots in Boston, out of town, nigga [Prodigal Sunn] In these black streets we pack heat and stash sheets My heart beat is like stone, steal and concrete Mental athlete, I smack defeat and crack cheeks Front and scream in peace, we leave your whole click deceased I break break with Shinobi, Israel the golden shield Shalik, Jah Jamique, I compensate with Iron Sheik King Masada, that never ever win the God Father The rollie author, visual rapper, the Pearl Harbor Superficial lava, burnt the city of Gomorrah Due my life of horror, I spoke the tongue of the lawyer My holy aura generates the blood of the Tora And if you out of order, you can't escape from my slaughter