Raised Cain - 9th Prince

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