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Rockabye Baby! Lullaby Renditions of Nine Inch Nails (Rockabye Baby!) · The String Quartet Tribute to Nine Inch Nails (Hutchinson, Hutch) · An Inch of Gold for an Inch of Time [EP] (The Number Twelve Looks Like You) · An Inch of Gold for an Inch of Time [EP] (The Number Twelve Looks Like You) · An Inch of Gold for an Inch of Time [EP] (The Number Twelve Looks Like You) · Nine Inch Elvis (Nine Inch Elvis) · Black Nails and Bloody Wrists (As We Fight) · Nails in My Feet, Pt. 2 (Crowded House) · Nails in My Feet, Pt. 1 (Crowded House) · Tougher Than Nails (Joe Diffie) – and 90 other albums »


[Chorus: x2]
Money, hoes, cars and clothes
That's how all my niggaz know
Blowin dro, twenty-fo'
That's how all my niggaz roll

[T.I.]
In
Murphy to me
Oh yeah he wishes
I know he's appropriately frail
But I bet he can't afford to take you to Nine Inch Nails
I've got two tickets
One day
toes,
Horns and halos.
Wicked white wings and 
And pointed tails.
Devil's eyes and nine inch nails
Nocturnal renegades.
The eternal drug raid.
I go
puncture
Letting out air at a rate of 2 lbs per square inch
Per mile travelled
When the car is moving at 32 m.p.h.
And he picks up a hitch-hiker be	
Who
wanna ride to where you wanna drive me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, with your nine inch nails, you're gonna crucify me

Ah baby, wooh
Alright, alright alright
I give you a deluxe Ku Klux lynchin' 
I got a headache from the stress, success not wearing a vest 
5-11 for being dirty and quarts of 9-30 
Yo,
[Verse One]
Yo!  Here I is on radar
A sixteen verse burst, the last two are 8 bar
Cause by that time, I been did damage
The type 9/11, so duke call
punk

With a fucked up mouth
A nine inch nail
I'll get knocked the fuck out
Fucked up aids

From fucked up sex
Fake ass titties
On a fucked up chest
All Slobs should be dead by the 9-5
Cause in the muthafuckin' graves is where the Snoops lyin'
y'all niggas keep the world a blue atmosphere
Two see's
All Slobs should be dead by the 9-5
Cause in the muthafuckin' graves is where the Snoops lyin'
y'all niggas keep the world a blue atmosphere
Two see's
Buck & 50, I'm Ridin Shotgun with the Mac 11, this the Remix homie Stunt 1-8-7, before I lose my life, for that dime embezzled, I'll tint the window with
this shit is hyper
Two to one I'm writing representing and I'm striking like a viper

Huh, I got my mind made up, I got my nine
Ring the alarm,
load up the 7 wit 7's, for 8's I can't wait
9's be one time and Dimes we won't date
So now I got 11's and 12's
Wit at least 13 or 14 reasons why they
about does that you heard me
And I dropped in effect since 9/11
I'm on the avenue with nines, elevens, I'm a two times felon
That's why I keep the top
tale figure
I told ya'll you frail niggaz ain't worth blades on nail clippers
Heavy metal tech 9 in the small of my back
You can catch strays and they
some gots to have it
Kill or be killed
Only time will reveal
I think by myself
And I drink by myself
From 9-8 until
Let me know it's real son if it's
gas, I'mma pluck 'em, yay
This had to be his most, unlucky lucky day
Two brothers come out 7/11 in Army wear and stand there
I'm actin' like my tires
Than pull out a bitch, like a rabbit out a hat
Nigga if I want, I can have it like that
Fuck two or three bitches at the same time
Grab the microphone
[Left Eye] (Big Gipp)
(Battle zone, Goodie)
1999 (Yeah)
TLC, M-O-B (And Goodie Mob)
The synergy of ghetto sounds for the Y-2-G
(What'cha want to do
1999 (Yeah)
TLC, M-O-B (And Goodie Mob)
The synergy of ghetto sounds for the Y-2-G
(What'cha wanna do with it?)
What it is, what it ain't
(What?)
1999 (Yeah)
TLC, M-O-B (And Goodie Mob)
The synergy of ghetto sounds for the Y-2-G
(What'cha wanna do with it?)
What it is, what it ain't
(What?)
(Mr.Cheeks)
Yo we come through like balls, see us niggas takin two pulls and pass
Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass
I pack a .380 in
then steal combat boots

In for a fun toot, then cold starve that loose

Cold mersiless, hookers flirt wit this
Nine inch cock I pack just to hurt you
then steal combat boots

In for a fun toot, then cold starve that loose

Cold mersiless, hookers flirt wit this
Nine inch cock I pack just to hurt you
some gots to have it
Kill or be killed
Only time will reveal
I think by myself
And I drink by myself
From 9-8 until
Let me know it's real son if it's