Snatching Pocketbooks - 9th Prince

Straight from the streets and dungeons

A «nigga with an attitude» doing «one hundred miles and running»

With the globe in my posession, automatic weapons

Got niggas falling back, like recession

School is in session, here’s a lesson

Never cross the Granddaddy Flow, or you might end up on death row

Bitches swing low

You off target, like a broken arrow

The 9th Prince, I rule like a pharaoh

Through the dark paths that’s narrow, drinking wine by the barrel

Sing along like Christmas carols

I’m a leader of a whole new generation

I’m too ill, to have a confrontation

Coming soon, yeah the Killarm' compilation

Gave birth to a whole nation

Revenge of the Iron Fingers invasions

Shootouts in the parking lot of the Day’s Inn, blaow

Here’s a hook for all the crooks

Snatching pocketbooks, niggas is 'space balls' just like Mel Brooks

Ain’t no shook hands in Shaolin, guns we be carrying

Here’s a hook for all the crooks

Snatching pocketbooks, niggas is 'space balls' just like Mel Brooks

Ain’t no shook hands in Shaolin, 9th be Madman

Yo, rappers freeze as I roll up in sleeves

So much ice on my wrist, nigga caught a cold breeze

At a 32 below zero degrees, I agree, nigga please

I cause damage like heart disease, I spit like a machine gun

Being handled by a crazy nun

This year the 9th Prince year, I’m hotter than the sun

Niggas on the run, shooting at the cops for fun

Last night at a Brooklyn party

I almost caught a body, my man passed me the shotty

Lodi dodi, bitches shaking they body

I kick rhymes like karate, Tiger and Monkey Style

Understand, sometimes I act wild

After blowing trial, life became foul

Like a juvenile child, one love to Hostyle

Soft pop six nigga, I’m cutting wrists, what?