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100 Degrees
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East Coast Rap
100 Degrees è stato pubblicato il 28 maggio 2003 da Granddaddy Flow Ent come parte dell'album Granddaddy Flow
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Data di uscita28 maggio 2003
EtichettaGranddaddy Flow Ent
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM96

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
9th Prince
9th Prince
Performer
Terrance Hamlin
Terrance Hamlin
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terrance Hamlin
Terrance Hamlin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
9th Prince
9th Prince
Producer

Testi

Yo, yeah, yeah
I don't even wanna talk to y'all ****
Not on the streets
I wanna big up my cousin ODB though
Word up, Baby Jesus locked down, you know?
That's it, man
That's all I wanna say to y'all ****
Then watch me spit
Lyrical warfare, word up
Ayo, I'm wise like a blind man playing piano
Jellying across the Verrazano busting at Sopranos
White boys with attitudes like Rocky Marciano
Got a firearm like Dan Marino
We serve John Wayne in "El Dorado"
Go to war like Al Pacino or Robert De Niro "Casino"
The ghetto is pitch dark
For the street's of messenger, the story like Joan of Arc
First spark with Stapleton park
Gladiators and DD, before that was the Paris Crew Squad
I just to stand up on the benches
State of mind, third eye dimension lynching
Killarm comrades like henchmen
Street doctor leave you paralyzed in St. Vincents
End the session with the weapon
Madman reach for the sky and snatch the Moon out the heavens
Attack you with the MAC-11
Shots let off that'll rip through your flesh
With bullets the shape of sevens, keep stepping
Lethal injection, Hasim Rahman, bong!
Heavyweight blows to your midsection
Madman is coming, you best to head the opposite direction
Ayo, Madman drag 'em through the dark streets of reality
Matrix combat, projects go to war from Shaolin to Iraq
When fake **** bust their heat, real soldiers bust back (Bust back)
Ayo, Madman drag 'em through the dark streets of reality
Matrix combat, projects go to war from Shaolin to Iraq
When fake **** bust their heat, real soldiers bust back (Bust back)
Ayo, I spit razors at haters I'm a walking skyscraper like Walt Frazier
We blast lasers at invaders, that's infantry behavior
1-2-0 precinct slang faders
Weak **** get robbed in pissy elevators
Rappers bite like alligators, we bust CDs inside Navigators
I ain't pretty, life is risky, like my African species
Migrate, United States, the cities, Madman prophecies
I had to duck four shots coming out of 260 lobby
Islord picked me up in a stolen Mazurati
With two hotties with two sawed off shotties, Beretta know karate
Fuck around and have lead and metal all up in your body
Soon to be a billionaire like Bill Cosby
Dom P accept the collect calls from John Gotti
But we ain't gangstas, we shankstas that'll shank ya
Bitch ass **** get hung with coat hangers
Ayo, Madman drag 'em through the dark streets of reality
Matrix combat, projects go to war from Shaolin to Iraq
When fake **** bust their heat, real soldiers bust back (Bust back)
Ayo, Madman drag 'em through the dark streets of reality
Matrix combat, projects go to war from Shaolin to Iraq
When fake **** bust their heat, real soldiers bust back (Bust back)
We keep busting, ain't no trusting, nobody
On these dark streets, word up
Yo, ODB, big cuz, Baby Jesus
Killarm, we gon' come break your ass out, ****
Word up, we keep prepping this shit
9th Prince, y'all, Madman, y'all
Throw your grenades up
Word
Written by: Terrance Hamlin
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