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bones... in little chambers all along the narrow halls
Catacomb, death over life... Catacomb, am I here to die?
I see a light, I push some bones aside
to move at the club and we shot out
Bullets everywhere,"  Okay what's the prob?
"Ink got popped, he's dead as a doorknob."
You bullshittin!  "I ain't
number 9, verse 32 
Only speaks about BROOKLYN ZOO 
That a true nigga shall come through 
No-one is available to be compatible 

This is chamber
th Chamber, dance with the mind bender
Surrender your thrown, there's no room for pretenders
Bystander pollyin worldwide with nine members
Distributin, my
it
9 to 5, for service and devotion
You would think that I would deserve a fat promotion
Want to move ahead but the boss won't seem to let me
I
sometimes that man is out to get me

Nine to five--they've got you where they want you
There's a better life and you dream about it, don't you?
It's
off with this gangsta raw story tale.
Stackin loot up in the coup that I protect with a Mack 12.
Slap my clip in the chamber.
Fool, your life's in
with my life
Roulette, with my kids and my wife
Roulette, the bullet's in the chamber
Roulette, who's the unlucky stranger
Roulette, surprise, you're
Flash flood watch you might drown 
Headliner/ move through the city like a sidewinder 
Island drifter, black vagina finder 
Lounging by the sea shore/
It's assassination day

I move through the third world, my third eye's the guiding light
Invite the fight, we all die tonight
The life I live's
It's assassination day, I stalk

I move through the third world, my third eye's the guiding light
Invite the fight, we all die tonight
The life I
it
9 to 5, for service and devotion
You would think that I would deserve a fat promotion
Want to move ahead but the boss won't seem to let me
I
travel too much and Baby sling too many drugs
Stay in the wrong place at the wrong time
With 2 bricks,(two of 'em) and a chrome 9
To these niggas I'm
dignity lost in every hit 
Had to be something, I just had to be someone 
But I'm overcome by my own self-doubt 
Now where's my freedom, where's my life
killa hill
Resident, rest in peace to my nigga Two Cent
The street life is the only life I know
I live by the code style it's mad P.L.O
Iranian thoughts
it
9 to 5, for service and devotion
You would think that I would deserve a fat promotion
Want to move ahead but the boss won't seem to let me
I
Central ain't no joke.
Got to keep your gat at all times motherfuckers.
Better keep one in the chamber and nine in the clip god damnit.
You'll sho' get
currently  servin twenty nine to life 
Duckin the searchlight  no sleep for like the third night 
The big life is trife  got the young kids hyped 
Cops
it is. South Central ain't no joke.
Got to keep your gat at all times motherfuckers.
Better keep one in the chamber and nine in the clip god damnit.
it
9 to 5, for service and devotion
You would think that I would deserve a fat promotion
Want to move ahead but the boss won't seem to let me
I
it
9 to 5, for service and devotion
You would think that I would deserve a fat promotion
Want to move ahead but the boss won't seem to let me
I
connection with the Wu-Tang perfection

Chamber 9's perfection, constitute we movin' in son
Shark style, peep the fin, pushin' through right
Strip arm'
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
a reply I left by the moon
Turn, turn, turn again
And was in his chambers by the next afternoon
Turn, turn to the rain and the wind

Could you tell me
on Wednesday night
 Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind
 
 Without a reply, I left by the moon
 Turn, turn, turn again
 And was in his chambers 
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