Warriors [Turkish translation]

[Intro: Bounty Killer (Nine)]

This is the big bad Bounty Killa alongside Mista Nine

And we always a shine, ah we are a one-of-a-kind

We kill for a dime.. (aiyyo we gon' spark this up right now)

This time, it's crime, and rhyme

Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy! (Bounty Killer, Nine)

Check.. where them said 'em want to watch

[Hook: Nine + Bounty Killer]

I'm a - WARRIOR

The God 'pon the low will take - FOUR OF YA

Yeah Nine brings the bass like - GLORIA

If you're weak I'm ignorin ya and - FLOORIN YA

In the - CORRIDOR

[Verse 1: Nine]

I run with the unfortunate depressed adolescents

From tenements and projects hell it's, seven I'm heaven sent

The evidence is physical and mental

I put led to the head like a pencil and dent you

You five dollars, I already spent you

I lynch you your spotlight now I dim the lights

Break the mics like a dollar for the pay phone

You should've stayed home, now you stiff like stone

Heartbeat like a dial tone (OOOOOOO) you can't roam

When Nine and Bounty Killer plant crops, lick shots

Then all the bullshit stops, take cuts

Manhattan for twenty-four bucks!

[Verse 2: Bounty Killer]

We don't fear nah no boy, yo me nah fear no guy

Me unbeatable, me tell dem fool dem no try

An if it is a show, I am de star guy

Said dis Iyya said dat now until ya said de wrong t'ing

Dat's what ya say to Nine too young fi yellin

Big gun ba-bulgin out de sprawlin Marlin

Weaks, a mi murder dem, in front dem darlin'

Dis I got-ta mention

Run tell me nah go speak my in-tention

Lion and de Killer yes dem rulin on a mission

Steppin on de block, wit de latest weapon

Boy ya gone dead, in a confronta-tion, yes yes!

[Verse 3: Nine]

Ahh, ahh, as the saga continue, what's left on the menu?

I excite you and wet you, before I get in you

I spin you like the bottle, make you wobble with lyrical intoxication

My demonstration will awaken a nation

Who wanna lyric prove I prove

The proof is mathematically related like first cousins

Gangsters come a dime a dozen, we all strugglin

So stop buggin druggin and hustlin, muggin and cussin

No discussion, I pack heat in these hard times

These Sports are Illustrated, check The Source to feel the Vibe

Get live like birth

Fightin for turf that's stolen ain't how I'm rollin

[Verse 4: Bounty Killer]

Well I'm about to dismantle, left right

No bullet from the head to de ankle

Run from de Nine all ya mus get trampled

Forty-five bust kill run me boy get my sample

Forty of ya wan to come front we in the backle

Life a murder people, well to me dat is nuttin

If you want a war, well ya askin for some'in

Me a murder boy, from his smile a mi lickkle

Yes me a warrior, kill for dime and nickle

He nah go war, me a kill fi lickkle bikkle, shut up!

If you ain't done take it play how some stickle, well!

[Verse 5: Nine]

Hit him in the head and get him open like a dimepiece

I pack enough bozack, run in freaks in the front seats

My seeds to earth bring the birth

Of the next generation of revolution on this stolen turf

Cut off your ear, leave you blue like a smurf

Face down with your dick in the dirt, that must hurt

We puttin in work, now you up shit's creek

Like a pretty boy, in the penitentiary with big butt cheeks

Feelin FREAKED

[Verse 6: Bounty Killer]

We don't fear nah no boy Nine we nah fear no guy yes

Unbeatable we tell de punks dem nah try so

If it is a show, we are de star guys

Said dis on dem said dat now until dem said de wrong t'ing

Dat's what dem say to Nine too young fi yellin

Well my gun ba-bulgin out de sprawlin Marlin

Twenty-one now we kill dem in front of your darlin'

Dis I've got-ta mention

Yes crush on dem nah gon' speak my in-tention

[Hook: Nine + Bounty Killer] (x2)

I'm a - WARRIOR

The God 'pon the low will take - FOUR OF YA

Yeah Nine brings the bass like - GLORIA

If you're weak I'm ignorin ya and - FLOORIN YA

In the - CORRIDOR

• Artist:Nine
• Album:Cloud 9