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100 Degrees

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East Coast Rap

100 Degrees was released on May 28, 2003 by Granddaddy Flow Ent as a part of the album Granddaddy Flow

Song Details

AlbumGranddaddy Flow

Release DateMay 28, 2003

LabelGranddaddy Flow Ent

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM96

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

9th Prince

Performer

Terrance Hamlin

Terrance Hamlin

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Terrance Hamlin

Terrance Hamlin

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

9th Prince

Producer

Lyrics

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 gotta say to y'all ****

You know? Then watch me spit

Lyrical warfare, word up

Ayo, I'm wise like a blind man playing piano

Jellying across the Verazanno busting at Sopranos

White boys with attitudes like Rocky Marciano

Got a firearm like Janet Reno

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

Pull bullets the shape of sevens, keep stepping

Lethal rejection, 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 Wolf Blazer

We blase 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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