What U Wanna Do - 9th Prince, Dom Pachino (Killarmy)

What the fuck you wanna do?

What the fuck you wanna do?

What the fuck you wanna do?

What the fuck you wanna do?

Yo, honey dip in the whip, I don’t walk with no limp

But I’m still a pimp… psyche, I’m kiddin'

Pay attention to the darts that’s Hidden

Like the Crouching Tiger, shout out to the dreads, more fire, more fire

My music is more mental like the «Eye of the Tiger»

You’ve seen me in NYC with Tatiyana Ali

She chauffeured me, in a blue Lamborghini

Shout out to my enemies, oh shit, Jesus Christ

I’m so nice, you Old Spice

Me and my niggas, roll up like dice

Takin' ya ice then feed ya to the mice

You’s a rat, where’s ya gat?

Where I rest at, even the best get test, black

Five Fingers of Death, throw ya hands in the air and swing 'em to the left

However you want it I can give it, long live my spirit

Even if you can’t hear it, I’ma make you «Feel It»

Like a gunshot wound when the bullet hits

Blood spilled in this shit, somebody call the ambulance for son, I’m on the run

Comin' from all kinds of fuckin' angles on y’all niggas, man

Yo, Terrorist, Terrorist, Terrorist, here I come…

Iced the bezzle, canary specs made my face yellow

Ya jigglin', baby, J-E-L-L-O

Niggas see I’m black and white like Othello

I’m in Living Color, brother, lyrics lay Heavy on the Mental

And come with full benefits, medical and dental

I’ve got pink slips for it all, no rentals

Get the fuck from 'round here, who the fuck sent you?

These Boys are Bad like they’re Martin and Will

Killarmy like this is the drill, you heard the rest?

But this is for real, no denying, just rapid fire from the black iron

Still number one on the under, I heard he came with the thunder

Word spread, makes niggas wonder

He’s a hustler slash gunner, alcoholic rum runner

And a One Man Army overall, one bad motherfucker

Like Terrorist shit…