* the album version is edited

[Intro: 9th Prince (P.R. Terrorist)]
(Eh-yo 9th, you sent that CREAM for me son?)
No doubt, it's on its way (Starvin in here man)
Yeah, I know, son, hold ya head God
(Act like they're tryin to get me, up in the bathroom)

[P.R. Terrorist]
Yo
I'm my momma's only boy, I'm self-employed
Make my CREAM on the streets, gotta carry heat
Stickin up *niggaz*, just for a bite to eat
Now I'm back on the rock where these thugs eat meat
and they tryin to act righteous but they got T.B.
Catch me in the day room on the big T.V.
Channel B.E.T., be the G-O-D
Now I gotta cut faces cuz they hatin me

[9th Prince]
Eh yo.. this is solitary
I heard Big Ben be takin *nigga's* commisary
Ya not worry, keep ya mind on ya money, ya money on ya mind
Watch the blood *niggaz* tryin to take ya shine
You wanna wine and dine while you suffer with swine
Mankind is blind, I hold mines, some twin nines
There's a thin line
that's why our jail *niggaz* combine like landmines
and these be the signs of the times

[Chorus: 9th Prince (P.R. Terrorist)]
(You my man, you my dunn, you my son since day one)
My comrade my soldier, I'm the gun you the holster
(I'm the trigga you the finger, I'm the hand you the banger)
Most of all you my *nigga* (Day one)
We the day and the night, the punch and the spike
You the butcher I'm the knife, biggest story of our life
(You're the foot I'm the boot, the soldier I salute
and that's the truth, day one)

[9th Prince]
Eh yo.. my mind flashed back to '86
First time playin with our *dicks*, who had the most hair and *shit*
Tricks to bad chicks, fat *ass*, Jose sister with big *tits*
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