Day One

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Day One

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[Intro: 9th Prince (P.R. Terrorist)] (Ayo 9th, you sent that cream for me, son?) Yeah, no doubt, it's on its way (Starving in here man) Yeah, I know, son, hold your head, God (Act like they're tryna get me, up in the bathroom) [Verse 1: P.R. Terrorist] I'm my mamma's only boy, I'm self-employed Make my cream on the streets, gotta carry heat Sticking up niggas just for a bite to eat Now I'm back on the rock where these thugs eat meat And they tryna act righteous but they got TB Catch me in the day room on the big TV Channel BET be the G-O-D Now I gotta cut faces 'cause they hating me [Verse 2: 9th Prince] Ayo, this is solitary I heard Big Den be taking niggas' commissary Yeah, don't worry, keep your mind on your money, your money on your mind Watch the blood niggas tryna take your shine You wanna wine and dine while you supper with swine Mankind is blind, I hold mines with twin nines There's a thin line, that's why our jail niggas combine Like land mines and these be the signs of the times [Chorus: 9th Prince (P.R. Terrorist)] (You my man, you my dun, you my son since day one) My comrade my soldier, I'm the gun you the holster (I'm the trigger you the finger, I'm the hand you the banger) Most of all you my nigga (Day one) We the day and the night, the punch and the spike You the butcher I'm the knife, in the story of our life (You're the foot I'm the boot, the soldier I salute And that's the truth, day one) [Verse 3: 9th Prince] Ayo, my mind flashed back to '86 First time playing with our dicks, who had the most hair and shit Kiss the bad chicks Fat ass, Jose's sister with big tits Project kids we legit Heavy set Ramone gave me the fat lip Ran to my big brother Kane, "Yo, teach me how to flip these kids" Split your wig in six I didn't cry, I just held my head high Yes I was shy, but still kind of fly, telling mad lies Shed a tear when my baby pit died Mathematics kept me on the rise Moms and Pops fighting, the beats had me writing Ready to kill without a license First time falling in love, I was hiking 12 years later, we still together (Forever) [Verse 4: P.R. Terrorist] We was kids back then, you was my only friend Playing cowboys and Indians with coat hangers Now the only thing I tuck in my coat's a chrome banger Nigga run that shit, I'm dealing with anger And my childhood didn't look too good Always misunderstood in my neighborhood Fighting pits in the courtyard, stealing kids Go Karts Building club houses, smoking Philly cigars Run into the red store for a Chick-O-Stick When it was cold outside my little nose would drip Playing football in the snow, my little crush was on the sidelines Winking her eye and tryna bide time Why did I ever resort to crime? Because everything I wanted was so hard to find I'm confused and I'm losing my mind 'cause the illusion But from day one I told myself we not losing Now I'm older, in the BM with 9th cruising Knowledge peace is the absence of all confusion [Interlude: 9th Prince (P.R. Terrorist)] (We done did it son) We finally made it [Chorus: 9th Prince (P.R. Terrorist)] Yo, I'm the God, you the Bible, I'm the champ you the title (You's my sword for survival You the problem, I'm the solver, you bank, I'm the robber) That's word to my father You the Benz, I'm the Beamer, you the scheme, I'm the schemer (You a dream, I'm a dreamer You my man, you my dun, you my son since day one Since day one, day one) [Outro: 9th Prince (P.R. Terrorist)] Word up, word up, son (Day one) Yea, no doubt, we been down, God You know what I mean? We gon' walk these dogs, kid You know? C'mon, son (Make it better for our seeds) We done had biz and state bids You know what I mean, son? (Word up, you know the time, son?) Word up (Terrorist) Killarm' (Killarm', 2G) One love, two loves

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  • 9th Prince
  • Dom Pachino