Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sniper Challengers , by - 9th Prince. Song from the album Prince Of New York, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 10.11.2008
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Sniper Challengers |
| Haha, muthafuckas, yeah, muthafuckas |
| We gonna spread ya niggas like Smucker’s |
| Bitch ass niggas… word up, yeah, niggas |
| You thought we left, right? |
| But we ain’t went no muthafucking where |
| Muthafuckas… cuz we don’t -- youknowhatimsaying? |
| Yo, 9th Prince, youknowhatimsaying? |
| Yo tear these niggas up, man |
| Let these niggas know what really time it is and shit |
| Knowhatimean? |
| Let these niggas really fucking know what time it is |
| Break these niggas muthafucking jaws if you have to |
| Knowhatimsaying, son, yo give it to these niggas real raw, son |
| Aiyo, Staten Islanders, rhyme challengers, carry silencers |
| I spit like the snipers, right through the shot |
| Martin Luther King off the banister, lyrical dillinger |
| Came to battle cats, the contender |
| I’m a terrorist, not like P.R., but more like Pablo Escobar |
| And the Al Qaeda squad of Gods, do a drive-by |
| Just because of stupid, I adjusted in a beat up car |
| Take heads like Wallace D. Farad, holy war scriptures |
| Written in my dialogue, digital vocals |
| I’m far from analog, smash you with a Garth Brooks guitar |
| Then blow like M-80's, have my lady, wave the three 80 |
| Shatter your glass, on your Maybach Mercedes |
| Poisonous rhyme venom, spark shit like 'ism |
| Still terrorizing, corporation your organisms |
| Aiyo, ya’ll niggas must be really fucking stupid |
| Going up against me, don’t you know, kid |
| I put end to careers, be |
| So who gassed ya’ll? |
| Who put batteries in ya’ll back |
| For ya’ll to step up, to get viciously attacked |
| By this animal, who tears the hearts out of challengers |
| Everyday, everywhere I go, everywhere I be |
| I tear the hearts out of challengers |
| And ya’ll definitely ain’t no different, who the fuck is you? |
| I put one, two, three, four, five, six, plus ten slugs in your muthafucking crew |
| Bitch ass nigga, get slapped nigga |
| Going against my muthafucking style, nigga |
| Cuz I’m straight from Staten Island, where niggas be wilding |
| Killah Hill 10 304, where shit is crazy raw like the meat market |
| Killarmy, we never left |
| We never went nowhere, we still here |
| Niggas, yeah, ya’ll know what time it is |
| Islord, 9th Prince, Beretta 9, P.R. Terrorist |
| Killa Sin, I see you kid, ShoGun Assason |
| 4th Disciple, get ready for the camouflage entourage |
| Yeah… |