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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
Blood brothers people of colors we get down
Watch this fly, force feed things being said
Nine Diagram acid black evil red left his
Mic half a dangle,
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
in red bottoms
Great weed, nice homes, bread proper
Tec nine, one chamber, top shotta
Bentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopter
Born broke, real
in red bottoms
Great weed, nice homes, bread proper
Tec nine, one chamber, top shotta
Bentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopter
Born broke, real
in red bottoms
Great weed, nice homes, bread proper
Tec nine, one chamber, top shotta
Bentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopter
Born broke, real
everybody's goin crazy for a quarter 

You're tuned in to the number one crew in the area 
The way I'm talkin I'm scarin ya 
I'm darin ya to raise hell
'cause everybody's goin' crazy for a quarter 
You're tuned in to the number one crew in the area 
The way I'm talkin I'm scarin' ya 
I'm darin ya
everybody's goin crazy for a quarter 

You're tuned in to the number one crew in the area 
The way I'm talkin I'm scarin ya 
I'm darin ya to raise hell
everybody's going crazy for a quarter
You're tuned in to the number one crew in the area
The way I'm talking I'm scaring ya
I'm daring ya to raise hell
the little y'all the youth coming up 
Or get stung by the killer bee stinga from the slums 
KnowhatI'msayin son? 
Yo son 
Of the young Shaolin Monks,
everybody's goin' crazy for a quarter
You're tuned in to the number one crew in the area
The way I'm talkin I'm scarin' ya
I'm darin ya to raise hell and bail
your seatbelt fastened 
We blastin into orbit, Wu restore the new chamber 
Wu-banger number 9, expert precision and design 
Mastermind the plan took
the little y'all the youth coming up 
Or get stung by the killer bee stinga from the slums 
KnowhatI'msayin son? 
Yo son 
Of the young Shaolin Monks,
on mine
Outlawz my spine, it ain't hard to find

But get ya and lay low
And get ya piece by the dough
I keep my shit on cock 'cause Makaveli said so
I keep
livin it

I robbed the Auschwitz I was tattood with numbers for labor
Kids, babies, and mothers were sent directly to gas chambers
Stepping out
'cause everybody's goin' crazy for a quarter 
You're tuned in to the number one crew in the area 
The way I'm talkin I'm scarin' ya 
I'm darin ya