Blow up

All my brothers (what)

Let the world know it's hot 9-7 (what)

Shaolin take it to the top

All the ladies (oowww)

Show some love sugar, it's on tonight

Keepin the party tight aiiight

[Pop The Brown Hornet]

I be the one to break through your barrier

Bomb carrier

Ready to explode in hype mode

You'll catch a bad decision at any given

I was marked for death so now this is how the fuck I'm

livin

Let me lay the law, let me connect four

G.P. the brand new reign, fuck what you sayin and

thought

Standin tall but you comin up short

Might play a lot of games but this ain't your sport

Ran into the wrong one, I'm the son of a gun

You target practice, I'ma hit you off for fun

Answer one question, what crossed your mind

To make you think that you could fuck with my hip hop

design

You out of fashion, on top of that you got me laughin

Like a gun toter up against an assassin

I'm the real McCoy, old school B-Boy

Anything I seek I could create or destroy

It's like that, born with the strength to strike back

Full contact better wear your hardhat in combat

It's either you or my contract

All you gotta say is where we get it on at

And it's on

All my brothers (what)

Let the world know it's hot 9-7 (what)

Shaolin take it to the top

All the ladies (oowww)

Show some love sugar, it's on tonight

Keepin the party tight aiiight

[Rubberbands]

Movin in a city of crooks where they don't play by the

books

It's off the hook, got me on crop

Ready to pop somethin in my circumference if we don't

rock

But a lot of niggas snitch makin the streets too hot

Bitches too wanna be up in people's personal affairs

Let it die down, get it out the air

Gossipin to get rich, callin 1-800-TIPS

Hundred dollar ho went international on the Richard

Bey Show

Everybody wanna blow overnight

The secret to my success is I don't get too hype

Laid back killer instances, killer track

Make a snap remack

Bomb bandzee verses worse than crack

Highly addictive

The microphone's the glass dick and I'm smokin smash

hits

I need to be rehabilitated

And if I write to the beat that only makes the murder

of the track

premeditated

[June Luva]

How dare you even look my way

Better yet cross my path and have somethin to say

You wack rapper don't you know who you fuckin with

Niggas suck my dick, June'll be the first to bust your

shit

Word up, get yourself hurt up, meanin fast

The first one that steps be the first one I

click-click-blast

Hit em one time up in his brain

But didn't kill em, I left him mentally insane

It be bloodstains on the sidewalk from thugs postin

Animosity towards me will get you toasted

6 million ways, 365 days

I be on the street, crime pays

Nicks, dimes and treys used to be my hustle

Until I learned how to grab heat and take it with the

muscle

And rush you, and pin you to the wall quickly

I'm shifty, low down dirty and gritty

All my brothers (what)

Let the world know it's hot

All the ladies (oowww)

[Dark Skinned Assassin]

Can you feel us all up in your swat

Can't touch the God lyrical, far from typical style

Thirsty niggas couldn't drink if they walk a hundred

miles

Broke thousands of clones in half, bones left in paths

Casualty, S.I. be I soulful by the craft

Devine self Allah, the golden mic holder

Got this whole shit locked like the Ayatollah

Rebel sink to levels as low as the devils

But the God made dirt to dig they grave with the

shovel

Try to slay the master, his heartrate beats faster

Assault and battery make it hard to remember

Behold I the black avenger

Black as charcoal with a soul as cold as December

Timber, lumberjack raps that can injure

And disappear in a cloud of smoke like a ninja

Great pretender, now it's time to deal with what's

real

War, four score with a hundred raw niggas

[Down Low Recka]

You wanna play the game of life and throw his life on

the line

With these tank slang niggas, hundred percent genuine

Mental court got niggas doin time and

Frustration got me ready to do crime

Watch me shine like a comet

Orally smack niggas on the ground like they vomit

Frontin all them years you need to stop it

You see who comin, the rightful owners of this era

Who show the love but if necessary bring the terror

Self defense and retaliation, hold this fort

Throw them niggas off the court in this rap sport

Your center's too short, your forwards' is

backpedallin

Your Gods ain't hard, how you think you better than

Niggas with a plan who stand behind thoughts

Made known, reality show the Grain blow

All over, universally consume your town like fire

Blaze the shit til we retire

All my brothers (what)

Let the world know it's hot 9-7 (what)

Shaolin take it to the top

All the ladies (oowww)

Show some love sugar, it's on tonight

Keepin the party tight aiiight

All my brothers (what)

Come on and gimme whatcha got 9-7 (what)

Shaolin take it to the top

All the ladies (oowww)

Show some love sugar, it's on tonight

Keepin the party tight aiiight

All the ladies, can you feel it in your

All my niggas, let the world know it's hot 9-7

Shaolin take it to the top

We keep the party tight aiiight