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dom pachino - the ceremony lyrics

[intro: p.r. terrorist]
yeeeeeeeeeah, terrorist
y’all n-ggas ready? i’m ’bout to run all this sh-t

[p.r. terrorist (9th prince)]
pat myself on the back, i deserve it
i know for certain, behind curtains lies serpents
that wanna see my pockets hurtin’ and my career not workin’
that’s why my choice be fein’in’ to bust
they love to see my spanish -ss in cuffs
but it won’t happen, i’m tryin’ to own manhattan, son
yo, they call it latin paradise, the latest fashion is ice
b-tches never think twice, they hop in my ride and slide
only the strong will survive, i’m losin’ my mind
hand grippin’ the nine, ‘nother hand on the wheel
makin’ music that the people could feel
that’s what’s up, takin’ ’em home like the stanley cup
twenty-twos on the truck
n-ggas got stuck when i was down on my luck
now i’m up and comin’, penthouse like the drummonds
havin’ run-ins with the law they’re like my day is comin’
but it’s really not, terrorist is really hot
terrorist is really hot when i’m blowin’ the spot, yo
yeah uh-huh, uh uh (uh uh), tera iz him, check it out b-tch

[9th prince]
aiyo, aiyo
we creepin’ with thugs, holdin’ snubs up in clubs
put yo’ mouth on the barrel, make you face these slugs
flowin’ with a genie givin’ me head on the magic rug
lifestyle is mug, put you in a bear hug
slang meteorologist, can’t follow this
pack rap hollow tips, your wiz wanna swallow my kids
street metaphors for outlaws doin’ they bid
holdin’ the heat on the run while screamin’ f’ those pigs
thats po-lice with the mark of the beast, leave you deceased
i had to flee rappers cop pleas stick with the heat
when i was 17, 9th prince started whylin’
doin’ stick ups from ohio to gaten island
now i’m stranded on the rock, islord keep the heat c-cked
oh sh-t the god got knocked, for bell money
shoot up spots, madman laser guns
the team, we ain’t robocops, straight off the m-th-f-ckin’ block

[outro: p.r. terrorist (9th prince)]
(word the f-ck up) yeah (uh-huh, word up) f-ckas
(ya’ll n-ggas better throw your guns up to this sh-t, right here, man)
throw them sh-ts up, up, up, yeah, yeah, yeah (word up man)
it’s called the ceremony, terrorist and 9th prince, b-tch (word up man)
ya’ll n-ggas know what time it is (yeah) k!llarmy’s the best, n-gga
word (word up, man, f-ck all ya’ll n-ggas, man) word up
all ya’ll n-ggas that been frontin’, ya’ll n-ggas better hang that sh-t up
(word man) ya’ll n-ggas can’t f-ck wit, you knew who the f-ck i’m talkin’ too
(you ain’t got no love for k!llarm’, we ain’t got no m-th-f-ckin’ love for you) n-gga
(word up, man) ya’ll know we don’t play on the streets, n-gga, ain’t no f-ckin’ game
we come see ya’ll n-ggas if you talk sh-t (word up) word up
(come to hood near you) we be right there, b-tch, word up
(and all ya’ll b-tches, man, i just want head man, strictly head, hehehe, you know)
straight head, b-tch (word up) head in the whip, head in the morn’, heard in the morn’
(swallow them all n-ggas) like my n-gga b.i.g., b-tch, word up
(k!llarm’ n-ggas) uh-huh, uh-huh (yeah, it’s that raw sh-t, the k!llarm’ sh-t)
(what?) uh-huh (terrorist)
that day we came to f-ck ya’ll, b-tch n-ggas know my status
if ya’ll f-ck around wit us, ya’ll, gon’ feel the f-ckin’ flames, now
uh-huh, ya’ll can’t f-ck wit the, k!llarmy clique, we too thick
ya’ll n-ggas f-cked up now cuz, we gonna fu-, -ss up, uh, yeah
knowhatimsayin’? word up (word up, k!llarm’, 2002 and 3 and 4 and 5, gettin’)
all that sh-t, b-tch n-gga, terrorist and 9th prince, the m-th-f-ckin’ ceremony n-gga
k!llarmy style, peace to my n-gga seven wounds for producin’ this ill -ss track
baltimore where ya’ll at? (word up) yeah, uh-huh (uh) b-tch, check it out (f-ck ya’ll n-ggas, man)

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