Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Target Practice , 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
Target Practice |
| I don’t know what the fuck these niggas is thinking |
| The new and improved 9th Prince, fuck these niggas yo |
| The new and improved 9th Prince, it’s on, eat a dick, nigga, word up |
| Aiyo, I blast like a Beretta 9, climb the Billboard charts |
| With a bullet that rip through your heart and spine |
| You see I speak so divine, diamond Guess watch |
| Left the eye on the pyramid blind |
| It’s the return of the killas, corporate Hitlers |
| The best rhyme spitter, better than Nas |
| Better than Jigga, no, not the RZA |
| It’s the 9th Prince, lyrical silverback gorilla |
| I was locked up in the mountains |
| Everyday I was counting, free at last like Martin |
| Niggas is UFO’s, nice little reign |
| Claiming he’s a martian, I traveled far |
| An underground star, bulletproof convertible cars |
| I done drove and crashed without a crash bar |
| Hopped out the 745, like I was live |
| The best of Killarm', fuck the talk is all jive |
| Yo, who you know got flow just like this? |
| Who you know pop champagne like this? |
| Who you know came home from jail like this? |
| Target practice, ya’ll all on my hitlist |
| Who you know got flows just like this? |
| Who you know spend money just like this? |
| Who you know rock shows just like this? |
| Target practice, ya’ll all on my hitlist? |
| Niggas is trapped in the darkness |
| What I did to Holocaust was straight heartless |
| The 9th Prince is a beast, Wu-Tang Clan |
| Can never be deceased, fuck Rosa Parks |
| I would of shot a nigga from my seat |
| Niggas say Madman, why you tripping? |
| You the illest |
| Bust my gun with the realest |
| Spit rapid fire, with a terrorist |
| Lay low, deep waters of the abyss |
| Rihanna blew me a kiss, I raise a black fist, drift off into the myst |
| FBI most wanted list, let’s clarify all the rumors |
| 9th Prince about to blow like a brain tumor |
| In the heads of the consumers, intruders |
| Instigating contributors, 9th Prince is a sharpshooter |
| Word up, that’s how we do, yo |
| The 9th Prince and Killarm', yo |
| Word up, what the fuck, what the fuck ya’ll niggas wanna do son? |
| Yeah, we ain’t playing, son, it’s the 9th Prince, niggas |
| Ya’ll muthafuckas get ready, man |
| Word up, it’s about to be on like popcorn, nigga |
| Fuck that, pop ya muthafucking piece, man |
| It’s real right now, man, Killarmy, man '09, yo |
| We in the last days muthafucka, three thousand and eighty |
| Four thousand out this muthafucka, right now, nigga |
| It’s the 9th Prince niggas, fresh out of jail |
| Killarmy, muthafucka |
| Shout out to my muthafucking Killarmy comrades |
| Killa Sin, come home, son, rest in peace to ODB |
| Ya’ll niggas don’t respect this shit, man |
| I ain’t one of these niggas that keep my muthafucking mouth shut |
| Yo, tell 'em 9th, tell 'em, let them niggas know something right now, yo |
| The 9th Prince, Killarmy, yo, we taking over this muthafucking game |
| Word up, man, we out of here, yo, one muthafucking love, niggas, peace |