Lyrics:
On the 7th day
Of the 9th month
On that 88th
20th Century Love
On the 7th day
Of the 9th month
On that 88th
20th Century Love
On the 7th day
She's the creator of the Terminator - 9th Prince, rhyme slayer
Stayed in ten housing projects, razors, machine gun blazes
at'cha neighbors - Jamaican rum,
Hit makin', hit breakin'
Party shakin', innovator
Groundbreakin', sole creator
We be the most anticipated
Down to the 9th inning
I'm the real
Xerox the style
Then that's infringin' on my copy, right?
It's the bottom of the 9th with no extra innings
And we all in the game tryin' to collect our
know the pressure lets see what you got lets see it you bitch
9th ring of hell
Take a walk in the snow
Go to the bottom of hell
To play a game of chess
Sin>
It's all real over here
Killa Sin, 9th Prince, what
We don't give a fuck
Bentley, 9th Prince will decease, made of Ginseng
Seen it? It's real, liver than chase Manhatten
Word on Staten I was clappin with the Captain
My style is
Eh-yo, eh-yo
9th Prince, attack like Greg Valentine
With a sledgehammer, figure 4 bodyslammer
Decrease ya stamina, verbal heart damager
I'm half
with it
Ghetto twiinz King Prince 9th ward
Go ya all up on it
9th grade, when we'd talk all through history
Now we feeling ourselves, shouldn't have had the hennessy
'Cause I wanna get you home and get you in
The tears always come streaming
But there’s nothing that I can do
I was thirteen at the time
But that day it changed my life
Scream fuck November the 9th
Muhfucka wannabe a bully nah nah
That's my job my god 9th grade I had A
Homie missin an iPod I found out Who had it n told him
But he was Foldin so
rough
9th grade fucking with some Xanax bruh
17 started flipping acid cuz
Cuz I needed money just cap more drugs
Another white boy on uh all black bus
But
Love song, aha
9th wonder, come on
It ain't cool to make a love song, love song
They looking at me like there's something wrong
This ain't a song
done by the 9th of may
Gotta write the song by the end of the day
Convinced if I’m late, it’ll will mean my dismay
Album released the 5th day of June
years, I'm the nigga you been hating on
December 9th I'mma give you
What you waiting for
Before I Self Destruct, motherfucker
It's 50 i'm in Detroit right
Yeah, 9th Wonder! Don't judge me man
They tend to say that us rappers are materialistic
They say we lack substance
Me, 'Te and El' bout to prove
a song
So conceited she couldn't een tell I was healing
But by my welling I'll be fucking till da end of 9th inning.
Only purpose is 2 work her yea but
askin' where's the record that the radio could play
And I was strikin' out for months, 9th inning feeling fear
Jeter under pressure, made the biggest hit
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
thieves with heaters so we skeptical
It's easier to believe that there is a heaven
For a thug then to mess with you
It's hard to rise
Hey, shout out to 9th
(What happened to Atlanta)
You remember 9th Ward ran the city?
Pull up with that shit
I did a song with every nigga that's bigger than a bitch
twist!
That didn't quite go the way
We thought it would
You see, in 9th grade
A little girl who had never sung in front of
People before asked her parents
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