Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Raised Cain , by - 9th Prince. Song from the album Revenge of the 9th Prince, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 19.04.2010
Record label: Wu
Song language: English
Raised Cain |
| Aiyo, Slumdog Billionaire, only God I fear |
| Grey hairs in my beard |
| After the Laughter, comes Tearz, long dick spear |
| Three course of course, but you can still see the size of my rear |
| Louis Vutton don, I cause explosions like protons and electrons |
| Destroy any MC like Papoose and Saigon |
| Oh my God, 9th Prince is so hard |
| Not because, I was locked up behind bars |
| Or I, hung with the bloods in Auburn yard |
| It’s because, I’ve been through hell and came home with no scars |
| Kidnapped the rap game, where I’m from niggas kill over money and fame |
| Platinum chains, bitches, and cocaine |
| 0−9 to 0−10, I raise 'cain |
| Adam raised a cain |
| Aiyo, custom made autos, custom made clothing |
| Custom made motorcyles |
| Incarcerated disciples, released from prison |
| Master the street, shotout to Broadway planes |
| And Hollywood squares on New Year’s Eve |
| Rappers better duck and hide |
| When I glide in the SL 500 |
| Twin forty fives on my side |
| Bulletproof ride, a weak nigga pride can turn into a homicide |
| That’s a jewel, I learned from the old school |
| Money, clothes and hoes, a number one rule |
| I got the eyes of a calm killer, behind Bagarmi shades |
| I push through in a snow storm, in a bulletproof Escalade |
| Bring to war, enough ammo, to go in a rampage |
| Fresh out the steel cage |
| Locked up with them Brooklyn niggas, caught in the rage, I raise cain |
| Aiyo, metaphors, make whores lay on the floor |
| Slow down bitch, I’mma give it to you raw |
| Knock knock, who the fuck’s at the door? |
| It’s me Sawed-Off, last name Shotgun |
| You caught that? |
| Bang, bang, now catch that one |
| I’m the Supreme, walk with a lean, that’s real mean |
| And rise from the streets like Sting |
| It was all a dream, catch New York is back |
| All others can retire, and just relapse |
| I’mma count my stacks, send shots through your fitted hat |
| It’s like that black, carrying Shaolin on my back |
| Niggas thought I fell off the map |
| But the truth is, I was locked up in the trap |
| With killas and hustlers, spot rushers |
| Drug users, drug pushers, yeah we all contributers |
| Muthafucka, I raise cain |
| Yeah, you know what it is, man |
| Sit the fuck down, stop being clowns |
| You know what I mean, we go round for round |
| Pound for pound, sound for sound, you know |
| 9th Prince, I raise cain, muthafucka |
| I’mma outta here, yeah, see you next year, or this year |
| Another atmosphere, one |