Young Godz Pt. 2 lyrics

by

Killah Priest


[Intro: Shyheim]
Oh sh*t, 9th Prince, Granddaddy Flow
n*gga, ain't been on a track with you since the Young Godz
Now we the Young Godz

[Shyheim]
I burn more n*ggas rapping, then CD duplicators
Hustler, put that paper together like staplers
There is no competition, hustlers and musicians
Witnessing Bottom Up, is eating more than a kitchen
I don't give n*ggas fishes, I make n*ggas fishermen
Businessmen, hitmen, that's not to be mentioned
And my team, we be, moving like a government
And all my allies, keep it on some other sh*t
Every city I go, I got a gunning b*tch
Shoot it out with police, I ain't trying to max b*tch
This just the way I live, not on no rap sh*t
From stiches, rip n*ggas so bad, they need patches
Make 'em feel so small, I can put it in baggies
Like, honey, I done shrunk these little bast*rds
Scared them with my words, I ain't have to pull a ratchet
Cuz I can make a classic like the Dr. J hook shot
Wait, I can make a classic like the MJ swish shot
n*ggas, say that I'm pus*y, n*ggas be like "Yo, what Shy?"
Not the Shy that I know that run around with them twin Glocks
Nah, n*gga, nah, not Shy
[9th Prince]
Yo, I'm on a mission, like a n*gga just came home
From prison, never cloud my vision
Champagne bottles in the kitchen, Spanish mami
With a Victoria Secret leafprint
No panties or bra, underneath
The Granddaddy Flow keep these b*tches in the streets
Cook it up, so I can hook it up
Steel marks on my wrists, on them tight ass handcuffs
Swing on the po-po, take his weapon
Like Nicholas Cage, I be Gone in 60 Seconds
I'm a monster, underneath my style, low profile
b*tches famous lifestyle, meditate by the Nile
Long live the Prince, yeah, ya n*ggas live short like Bow Wow
I hit you with everything, a plate, a chair, the kitchen sink
Including the chandeleir, I need a b*tch that can ride with me
Glide with me, through this galaxy, so we can see prophecy
Through monopoly, yeah, c*ck back the cannon
Blow a hole through the planet
Yeah, the four-fifth, will leave n*ggas damaged
Play for me, to meet the canvas

[Outro: 9th Prince (Shyheim)]
What the f*ck ya'll n*ggas know?
What the f*ck ya'll n*ggas know?
Muthaf*cking Granddaddy Flow
My n*gga Shy, do or die, what up n*gga?
(You already know, n*gga) we back in the booth, son (S.I.N.Y.)
You know, these n*ggas know what it is already, son (10304)
They know how we do (10301, 10303, yeah, n*gga)
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