Tell A Friend - KIllarmy, 9th Prince

Another Gooch productions, what, yeah

My people’s Q on the boards

Once again, yo, yo, yo, yo

We that team that loves to scheme, and

Everybody move they body, and

9th Prince about to shoot up ya party, and

Go and tell a friend, go and tell a friend

Aiyo, we always doing crime, half my Army doing time

Sit back, and let ya mind incline, first degree, murder rhymes

Throwing signs, iller than cocaine lines

Like the sun I shine, my next album

Is selling for two dimes, that’s twenty dollars

Back in '89, I was popping ya’ll niggas collars

I tried to crossover, it didn’t work

Revenge of 9th Prince, now I’m back in the dirt, yo

Celebrity Deathmatch, all-star squadron

Magnificent men, Park Villa was the dungeon

I was only 11, performing live like a reverend

Little gangsta raps, so I represented the seven

Now surrender like unarmed ninjas

Shaolin finest avengers, born beginners

Turn winners with the sinners, I’m serious as a heart attack

You like the way my guns clap, only the streets can adapt to killa raps

Aiyo, tortureous flows, keep me on my toes

Sharp like my little brother elbows, promo shows

Shootouts everywhere, bullets flew through his Kangol

Return of Madman, shot up the front row

Lockdown all exits, kidnap promoters

Sold bottles of coke, and I ain’t talking about cola

Staten Island soldiers, bulletproof Range Rover

Four dot six, so when you see me coming

Prepare for the crucifix, my niggas is sick

Like the Exorcist, dusted out on Stapleton park benches

Poetry sentence, blow holes in ya keyboard sequence

My mind is my defense

Yeah, once again, the 9th Prism get up in 'em

With the rhyme rhythm, word up

Shout out to my whole Killarm', Staten Island, what up