Ghostface Killah, Wu-Tang Clan - 9 Milli Bros. lyrics

Bob Digi, U GOD, Raekwon the Chef
The Inspectah Deck mETHOD, the BOBB
Straight up, Masta Killa, the GZA the Genius
It's the Ol' d-d-d- d-d-d- d-d-Dirty Bastard!

The headphones, turn it up yo you hear me?

Check it out
The burners and the stash, we 'bout the cash
We got females that got it like that
The golden childs that bone the crowd
See, niggas in the place that bit my style
Well, I'm a singer, dancer
We bulletproof brothers
Wu Tang got the answer
Cause if I had a chance to do it again
I will still keep the heat in my pants uh

Y'all be nice to the crackheads
Everybody listen up
I shot one of my bitches
The ho ain't trick enough
Word life to big screen Don
Tapping dustbones out
With starwriters like I fucked Celine Dion
Stuck everything that's the
God's honest beyond we airin' niggas out
That's the type shit that we on
Official Wu Tang headbanger
Flood your space with big waves like
You did in Sri Lanka

I drink heavy gallons of cru
Play the big part
Niggas got squid on the grill
Selling kids Clarks finesse notes, yo
The Guess on with the vest pose
Yellow swede one matching hat
With the grey gun
Niggas be rhymin' for nothing
Then my team pull up we all throw down y'all
Broke niggas stay frontin'
Lines come digital stupid
Plus ain't got no jewelry on
Bet I'm still live and I'm coopin'
Two of my silverbacks run through
A pack of your wolves front on react
We're sippin' Cognac relax dude
Know I'm with these cracks dude

Yo, 1-2, Dirt McGirt
Solid tone smith with 6th shots, lick shots
Leave your head like a Shaolin
Monk with 6 dots brooklyn Zoo, Zoo
Brooklyn Zoo

It's the return of Bin Laden, grab your armor
Smash pretty boy niggas, crush their karma
Eat bones with alligators
Roll deep with my entourage
My whole crew's fresh out the bars
Diggler AKA the Cab Driver
Drop him off in the middle of fire
Dirty Island, drag bodies to the Murderland
Knock niggas out hurtin' my hand

I remember in the elevator
We was playin' corners
Now we play the corners and the
Cops is stayin' on us
Staten's where the war is
Where the court system's running
Out of warrants
Where TNT be jumping out the Taurus
For real I can't call it
You see I love Lucy cause she Lawless
Exactly like that 1-0-3-0-4 is
Snitch niggas swallow your tongue
Already know the island I'm from
And y'all don't want no problems with them

We got a history full of lightning victories
Conceptual breakthrough, it ain't no mystery
Long vision from giants in every way
Rap czars, magnificent flows for every day
From the East to the 'ville
From the West to the hills
Incredible rhymes, encouraging skills
From rat packs
The smallest crews were enormous
We hit 'em fast with
An effortless performance
MCs start fleeing in flocks
Especially those that's more sensitive
To heat and shock

We grindin' down to the bone
My name grounded in stone
I'm Mr violence we loungin' with chrome
Mr violence we lounge in his home
Hit the housing on Rome
Shining like a hundred thousand in stones
Move mountains with poems
Got a jones for dinero
1-6-zero my songs we throwin' elbows
The hoes cling, sho thing, we know kings
Only dime dikes with minds right
We choose Queens

Yeah, we wild like rockstars
Who smash guitars
Yo, son, split his face with the toast
He ain't ghost
It's no joke iron coat rifle with the stroke
One toke brains float, shot to the throat
Before the smoke hit, witness the killing
Chilling crime scene
Body on the block, eyes open from the shock
Of being popped in the neck
Yet he still held a lit
Cigarette between his fingers
Danger when you step into the
Chamber with the Masta
Disaster, gotta blast ya cause I have to

The rat pack is back from the island of Stat'
Leave you cursed dust
Cause you worship the Gat
The first one to snap drunk off the Smirnoff
Blow the bouncer's ear off
Let him floss he the boss
Handcuffed, to the turntables
Like Wizard Theodore
See it's pure, let it rain pearly ounces
Bang him with the thing that
Hang from the trousers
You don't want no drama, I'm flaming fast
That nigga jumped up and did the Damon Dash