Artist: Killarmy
Album:  Fear, Love & War
Song:   Street Monopoly
Typed by: Tha Masta

[9th Prince]
Yo
About to torture the phone, the phone piece
Leave it deceased, 6 Feet Deep
The 9th Prizm, Madmizm, get up in em
Eh yo.. eh yo..

Lord of your majesty in generosity
How could you possibly try to rob me for my Monopoly?
Ghetto property, Street Jeopardy, death match celebrities
Who train for war, like the Russian military
Enter tha stage with a grenade and a machete
Scary like Bloody Mary
I do this for convicts, takin nigga's commisary
Niggas ain't feelin me? I ain't feelin you either
You ain't my brother
FUCK IT! Let's grab nines and try to murder eachother
MOTHAFUCKA!

[Dom Pachino]
Yo
Melodic mind structure, dome bone crushers
Stone busters, slugs muster
Diamond clusters, don't even trust a
Spanish kid, the fun is over, make a party motor
Call your dojas, this young man reminds me of a soldier
When I speak, words cut air
Stop your breathin, there's a lot of jewels required of man
You not receivin, sneak thievin niggas are bleedin
Receive an A on my V.I.
I had my baby girl boost me a grenade
Fuck around in the bathroom nigga, you get slayed
We got the crew there, if you act up there'll be a raid
Razor blades infected with AIDS
I'd rather be a fat rap cat nigga that's paid

[Chorus 2X: Dom Pachino]
It's past your bedtime
Everybody out past twelve is gettin stuck!
We don't give a fuck!
Hold your doors, close your windows
We climb balconies to make it in this Street Monopoly

[Killa Sin]
Eh yo.. this rap Lord clap boards, crack jaws
Snatch draws, live war, nigga act raw
Get your back torn, hacksaw my way in, gats - no displayin em
If you light up the skyline I'm clappin at your cranium
Ain't no stoppin my flow like dominos, drop - Geronimo!
Toss him out the Tahoe, yo he gotta go
Eighty on the Verrazano, hydro bottle, mind boggle
The cop sargeant chasin, we escapin by a narrow margin
Camouflage large killas bitin off my squad
Get you no love, my die hard fans might throw slugs

[Islord]
Picture the God gettin caught off guard, that shit is absurd!
I hold my square down very superbly
It be the Islord with the sword
Comin from the borough of the Staten
and rollin with five live men who got Guard U Now's on em
Word is bond God, I'm speakin the truth for actual fact
Step into my chamber, you get waxed
Word life black, I'm mad nice with my life
Sacrifice a zillion times twice
For my son live on the run, no lie, ask around
You might got, niggas who might wanna testify against the kid
They get they bids chopped in half
and that's just part of my warpath!

[Chorus 4X]