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 nigga 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 Niggas 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 fuckin' 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 niggas 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 Fuck Department of Corrections, we New York's boldest Tell President Bush, "Suck my dick, nigga hold this" [Verse 4: Trife Da God] Nigga 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 nigga 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 niggas 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 shit 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