Young Black Millions - 9th Prince, Don Don

Aiyo, 9th, man

Aiyo, BP, man, it’s Don Don

I open up doors when I floss

And I’m zealous for this money on tours that you claimin' that’s your’s

While you lookin' like you out of sorts, I’m havin' no thoughts

Of stackin' these chips while you smackin' ya lips

Everything you talk about you need to think about

It helps to bleed and treed on rap fiends, that’s what black needs

Learn how to separate the real from the fake

The cat from the snake, maybe then you could get a plate

I never let a man take me out my character

To prove I’m a killer, any nigga pull a trigger

And you never too old to learn

Put ya pride to the side and maybe then we could get a burn

Everybody wanna kill for power

Unity brings power, one man will just devour

While we killin' off a portion of a strong nation

We need to analyze this shit we facin'

Aiyo, young black millionaires, we ghetto souvenirs

After the Laughter sometimes comes Tearz

We drink and pour the beers, sometimes we swear

Young, gifted and black yet still we never fear

You gon' bump this and you gon' like this

Even if you ride out to it you gon' like this

Even if you up in the club you gon' light this

And money with the Clan, aiyo, you gon' like this

Aiyo, the black Einstein, whenever I rhyme I design the ill line

And get the crowd hype like Patron and lime

9th Prince the soloist with a twist

Sharp as a Razor that’ll cut ya wrist

Fishin' out the water, leave the hook in his back

For actin' out of wack, fat asses I slap

I did bids, ran with stick-up kids, Vicious like Sid

Black ghetto prince, my defense always in sequence

Smack you senseless, never go against this

Hip-hop is back and independent

You could die in a heartbeat, the Granddaddy Flowin' Al Don

Rockin' lucky charms, we keep firearm in our palms

We’re ready and able at all times to drop the bomb

With no alarm, my Staten Island niggas never stay calm