Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kill or Be Killed , by - 9th Prince. Release date: 27.05.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Kill or Be Killed |
| Revenge of the Iron Fingers |
| 9th Prince, Terrorist shit, nigga |
| Check it yo yeah yo yeah yo yo |
| We keep it real, hold steel, grab ya sword and ya shield |
| Terrorist and 9th Prince it’s either kill or be killed |
| Yo we train snatchers, capture fifty-seven passengers |
| It’s the last chapter, the underworld scavengers |
| Thuggish dark shadows, stick and move like Apollo |
| Mass test the acid they swallow, born to be street desperados |
| Like Castalano, these niggas is wicked like the witches of Eastwick |
| Dirty referee sick shit, kill or be killed is the topic |
| Then I’ll be a serial killer, hidden murder scriptures |
| For the armageddon mafia, Stapleton shell shockers |
| Saddam and Terrorist, we tag teams like the midnight rockers |
| Put you in a wrestling move, kill ya crew |
| 9th Prince is raveshing like Rick Ru' |
| I attack the Billboard like Hurricane George (yeah) |
| Niggas is microphone frauds (yo) |
| The death wish: kill the rest of the foreign lords |
| (yo yo yo) |
| High street vocalist, get a toke on this |
| Try and wrestle with the bulk of this, you just provokin' this |
| Terrorist when pissed is like The Exorcist |
| Make you slit ya wrist, choose ya death wish, let me insist |
| In the procedure, the only language is thru ya speaker |
| My tongue is fire, breath is the flame, lyrics are ether |
| Build boy, heat seeker, blow the shit out ya tweeter |
| In the lab constructin' rhymes to put ya ass in the sleeper |
| Grab my millimeter, call me a cheater, ya easy bleeder |
| Terrorist and 9th Prince is the underground leaders |
| Lyrics for days, splittin' my current seven ways |
| Rest in the PJ’s, countin' my grays, I’m goin craz' |
| I pulled the budget, these record execs is fuckin' sufferin' |
| Give me a couple mil' by the year 2G just off my publishin' |
| Records are bubblin', my team is strugglin' |
| Don’t forget, kill or be killed, the album comin' |
| Yo revelation nation, kill on occasion, sick of patience |
| My visions is diabolical like Wes Craven |
| Genetic verses, streets is cursed |
| Tales of terror in ya area, twenty million miles to Earth |
| Genocide a century, Apocalypse peniteniary |
| Computer convicts, the final conflict |
| 9th Prince is too intelligent to speak ebonics |
| Shocky, but brain waves electronic |
| Microphone addiction, philosophy crusifiction |
| Prince Saddam crusified all competition |
| He moves like a swordsman on a horse |
| Bloody verses leave blood stains of Verbal Intercourse |
| Floss, like diamonds all up in the cross |
| The title is kill or be killed and you just fuckin' lost |
| That’s the laws, yeah. |
| Terrorist and 9th Prince, check the sequence |
| Y’all niggas must be dense |
| There ain’t no defence for this offence |
| Tryin' to pay the rent, nigga |
| Yeah. |