Whatever We Want

{*fanfare*} [Hook x3.5: Islord] Ladies and gentlemen you about to see The flyest MC's, just rippin ya M-I-C [Killa Sin] Eh-yo, we come from gun cockers, rock the guzzle and Pop a couple and bop the opposite the coppers runnin in Rooftop binocular, why's they keep hoverin? Somehow, someway, you know they comin, kid Duck from the po-9, blast 30 rounds for my comrades Cocktail bomb, my Killarm' rag'll launch that Complex, gin X intellect, intercept the mic with an inner-step Smash like a rental wreck, young gun but been a vet Walk North, mini Tec talk to ya sawed off, mine blow ya balls off Worldwide from one small asylum, Staten Island Where the crime round-up rises like waves when homicide hits [P.R. Terrorist] Visualize whats on my mind one time If it's not crime, it's teachin the deaf, dumb and the blind How to be refined, not once, but two times Mind and matter, who's beats are fatter Who's lyrical treats of data, one more step to complete the latter Press delete, pull out the heat, the beef'll splatter Increase the static with the peace, cuz all I see is the beast Tryin to take my beauty, lock and load the Uzi Terrorist: The Movie, not for ya child to see Blue Steel part 2, Killarmy part 3 Puerto Rican little nigga on the M-I-C Reppin Nueva York seriously, Dom P is like a bully When my raps come out they rock hoodies {*echoes*} {*bullets firing*} [Chorus x2: Killa Sin] Eh yo, whatever we want we gon' take it See we could build it up or we could break it We leave 'em shooken up bad like when a quake hit (x2) [Beretta 9] We bomb aerial, material, 1 shot scenario Killarm' battalion stage show, 4 Sho Sho You want war? Machine gun tour, these shots inform Ya door black, they knockin and all that Surprise, slugs murderize, empor'ize, widow wise Penalize, those who didn't criticize us, what fun, let it slide Caramel, Ginko thoughts, knowledge twice, yo I'm nice, salute me, bust my joint, aim precise While you shoot G, fuck that shit Second guess us, murder 1, return yo' shit [9th Prince] Eh-yo, fresh out the P-Now, Allah with C now Move the crowd, 40 thou' is how the kid get down Locked down in the pen, it makes assassins Bloods and Crips, Puerto Ricans and Italians We all top billin in a cell, straight Hell Nobody made bail, watch for the 3rd rail Life's no joke, chill loc, kid already got his nose broke Oh that's Duke from Killarm', yo CO's swallowin my notes, make moves or let ya body float 9th Prince with the roller coaster flow Eh-yo, I'm ghost {*echoes*} [Chorus x2] {*bullets flying*} [sampled singer] Ohh-ohh.. ohh-ohh (x3) [War movie sample] Come on, men, let's go! Do you see the spirit of these men? Do you see the new spirit? Why do you wanna take advantage of that before Somethin happens to zap their strength? Damn these battalion relieved in In a defeat, or even, to have it reenforced with Troubles from the reserve regiment If we were stalled before reachin the top Jesus Christ, that takes a Hell of a lot more than I can stand! I've waited all my life for this!