Street Pharmacists lyrics

[Intro: Sample]
You guys better be careful
If I ever see you here again
You're all gonna die just like that!
There's only evil in here!

[Intro: Trife Da God (9th Prince)]
Gucci Don, Tommy Whispers (yeah)
Trife Diesel (once again)
T.M.F., Theodore Unit
9th Prince, Killarm
My n*gga Dox

[Verse 1: 9th Prince]
Ayo my comrades and thugs in Gangsta Paradise
Terrence two times'll slice your throat twice
The one man army, rhyme with harmony
Love, peace and happiness, still blast the nastiest
Verbal conversation, deep meditation
On this plantation, hood life, same situation
n*ggas be holdin' guns, plottin' assassinations
Mind radiation, we all on vacations
Stand strong like United Nations
Prince of El Dorado
Blow like New York City lotto, bulletproof bravado
Shaheed and the fist, I was protected by the laser disc
We drink Valentine's while y'all sip on Cris'
Who you tryna impress? Madman's the best
Get it in your head or carve it in your chest
[Break: Movie sample]
I saw you do that and I'ma f*ckin' kill you!

[Verse 2: Paradox]
Yo, I stay movin' with brutes who got screws loose
Your crew's full of fruits, you's probably used duesh
I leave you abused, bruised with a loose tooth
I move smooth, never leave clues for blue suits
You're a pedophile, dukes, that's truth, I have proof
I saw y'all long blues clues with new youth
Who's you? You must be suited in booze suits
A battle who? I only lose if I choose to
My crew's rude, we'll run through with zoo zoots
Bash phonebooths, shoot duece through loose suits
My attitude's crude, I do have prove you
I could care less about ya cryin' and boo-hoos
You, roll with troups who wear tutus
You don't rhyme in ciphers you rhyme in Fruit Loops
My sharp tools cut through your FUBU boots
And leave your foot chopped like just like that roof, duke

[Verse 3: Tommy Whispers]
Ah man you gots to be smokin', you know I keeps the crowd open
I don't know why you souping yourself up like Hulk Hogan
You hear me clearly, nearly the best to touch a mic
Freestyle and get you hype, perform or even write
It's like Matthews Chapter 2: Verse 11
AK-47 spittin', hittin' the reverend
Everybody in the church get up and start jettin'
Insightin' riots, this verse is a deadly weapon
I've been held behind bars too long
That's why every time I rhyme n*ggas be like, "Yo, your bars are too long"
I'm tellin' you Don, you don't want none of this harm
Robbery philiosophy, Shaolin monstrosity
Polly with common thieves
Balance the blunt with embalmin' and hydro leaves, ay dios mies
Papi got flows like runny noses, all my foes knows this
I'm so ferocious, your whole style is so atrocious
Tommy be overdosin', blink, your link on
You won't even know where your gold is, Stapleton's the coldest
f*ck Department of Corrections, we New York's boldest
Tell President Bush, "Suck my di*k, n*gga hold this"
[Verse 4: Trife Da God]
n*gga is you afraid to live and you scared to die?
Afraid to spread your wings and you scared to fly
I for T.M.F., I'm prepared to lie
Take a bullet, get sentenced to death, sit in the chair and fry
We hold steel, leave you dead in the streets like road kill
Stretched out near the railroad tracks in Toad Hill
Haywire, my mouth is a torch, I spray fire
Shoot up your video and direct it like Dave Myers
A n*gga like me, son, I can't be broke
I'm like weed without a Dutch 'cause I can't be smoked
The Street Pharmacist, peal n*ggas like oranges
Rip your cartilage, excess guns with extra cartridges
(Trife is a threat to all you upcomin' artist-es)
Young and marvelous, plus handsome like my father is
Invade ya state, mad stuck with the gate of Ace
Shut down your operation and steal your database
This rhymes, they not just lines from the PaperMate
This is real life, actual sh*t that be takin' place
Yo par you better play it safe, Walkin' Through the Darkness
'Cause you'll be layin' in the ocean, staying like a starfish