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sword plus the Abbot in the chamber, nine in the clip 

At the gatherin, we left you staggerin, yo it had to been 

Hot Nickel, who broke bread,
sword plus the Abbot in the chamber, nine in the clip 

At the gatherin, we left you staggerin, yo it had to been 

Hot Nickel, who broke bread,
sword plus the Abbot in the chamber, nine in the clip 

At the gatherin, we left you staggerin, yo it had to been 

Hot Nickel, who broke bread,
sword plus the Abbot in the chamber, nine in the clip 

At the gatherin, we left you staggerin, yo it had to been 

Hot Nickel, who broke bread,
Rule number one: get yourself a gun
A nine in your ass'll be fine
Keep it in your glove comparment
Cause jackers (yo) they love to start shit
Now if
crook
Rule number one: get yourself a gun
A nine in your ass'll be fine
Keep it in your glove comparment
cause jackers (yo) they love to start shit
my bitch, Jesse Mayer
The Compton thug
Gettin' love by many
But I'm hated by masses
So fuck they asses
Niggas say they men
And they large, but
glistenin
Steadily whisperin words through corridors
>From da 36
Chambers of Death
The vital signs of mental language iz der
You can't explain it yourself
So
talk to police, though
You should know that I really don't care
Pull you by the hair, slit your throat, and I'll leave you right there
So beware it's
rounds in the chamber
Boogie Down major like Nine, I bust mine
Every time plus I'm the crime boss of New York
When we talk to walk the walk all my niggas
breakdown, y'all can break now
My kitchen full of heat, if you can't take the temp
Make yourself exempt
Pussy footing around don't be getting y'all nowhere but
with a profound sound
And Diamond J spins the records 'round
Yo I'ma rag and tag then I'ma bury you
Step back and clear the path for the Grand Imperial
like rounds in the chamber 
Boogie Down major like Nine, I bust mine 
Every time plus I'm the crime boss of New York 
When we talk to walk the walk
Heather B. couldn't make me put my Glock Down

We lock towns like rounds in the chamber
Boogie Down major like Nine, I bust mine
Every time plus I'm
so my soul 
is a threat to all mankind. Born to kill, I'm wicked by nature, 'cause the streets of my neighborhood breed young hellraisers. A 
30.06
breakdown...y'all can break now
My kitchen full of heat, if you can't take the temp
Make yourself exempt

P**** footin' around don't be gettin' y'all nowhere but
a clown show
Witches in the st. bernard projects, downed a hoe
And it's sad cause niggaz claimin 3rd ward
9th ward and niggaz claimin 10th ward
All my
to get mine 

[Chorus: x6]

I keep my mind on my money,money on my mind 
Finga' on the trigga, nigga, hand on my nine 
Smokin' blunts a skunk, makin'
to get mine 

[Chorus: x6]

I keep my mind on my money,money on my mind 
Finga' on the trigga, nigga, hand on my nine 
Smokin' blunts a skunk, makin'
so?
Hatched seeds of light supported by light seaward breezes, 
And we see these orbs in a car chase of sorts, 
Absorbs sweet Lorraine and her dolly
explained by the anger
And I'm holding on a glock, that's keeping one up in the chamber
I'ma strut it like a gangsta, so my niggas get they bang on
Hopping
foul
On the 3rd planet east of Plutonia
From the poppy an extraction
Called Criddacktonite
Conceived as a weapon backed by the Supremacy
Their