Lyrics:
muf**ka bang
Get ya money up, this cane is what we f**kin' slang
And 9 trey is what I f**kin' claim
Its Dipset, capital don of the bird gang
[Verse 2
erupting in the reveren
I'll probably lose my hearing by the time I'm twenty-seven
It's a shame
But I need that dang
To vibrate my frame
ABS my game
Ten reasons, nine Glocks, eight shots
Seven cops, six drop on five blocks (for sho!)
Three cousins, two/too hot, one law, family
We put no man befo',
infinite
9 for September
Lucky 7 is the day
First born into heaven
On earth body freshen
One life to live
Gonna leave empty-handed
Baby leave an impression
Oh, we are live, y'all
One, two, three, four, a revival
Five, six, seven, eight, inside, y'all
Nine, ten, it don't stop
Let's do it again, let's
fear
I snatched your heart
Put it way up on the chart
At ten you're fucked
At nine you suck
At eight you're a sucker
At seven-a mothafucka
At six
to the game, baby
Always wanted fame, always wanted cash
To live fast
Get the girls with the biggest ass
Fuck a 9 to 5, gotta drive a 5
Now that I got it
on y'all, y'all gotta admit I'm looking good in my whip
Couple carats in the air, twenty-seven on the wrist, you pissed
And I can tell by the way that you
what it is
Ay, like, 1, 2, 3, 4
He's knocking up right at your door
5, 6, 7, 8, you can't sit and run away
9 MAC-10s beside my side before I fade away
six guys know dey gone al ride
Seven in da wrap light
Eight going all night
Nine times for da nine lives niggas die by
One time for da one time
Two
Super Woofer, now turn up the bass
[Rhys]
All I ever wanted at the age of nine
Was a cassette player that was mine
To play my rap tapes to all my mates
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
my pocket
Yo heard, with my head I cock it, and rock it like that brother in colors
'Cause I want y'all to live, my crew is 2 Live, we sneakin'
that I'm a nigga who don't handle biz
We live by the trig, we die by the trig
Evidently, you done made a weak, freak move
I break crews goin' chop
the gimmicks, I'll play em
I say em while I'm takin 40 swigs
A Chinaman eats with two twigs
Called your numbed, 9-7-0 PISS
Goodfella, you can tell
laugh again when they don't understand what I mean, bias
Everybody seen by us
Everybody wanna live a life like this
Man fuck that, do what's good for
Your lyrics are incorrect, so you step to me
Lookin' for the key to release that first piece
Three times two is six, Pete is one-three
I'm the other
body rock
Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,
And the next on the mic is my man Hank,
C'mon, Hank, sing that song!
Ooh ooh
I slide through in some 992s
Slide through in my 992s
9-9-2 flow, quality you can feel
Ain't no question about it, Just Paul, he for real
left us
Well he's gone and life goes on, you know
We had a crew, but one by one we go
Memories of his face that was full of joy
Rock-a, Rock-a bye,
blast one by his eardrum
Piss run, you drop thinking you shot
Screaming like a bitch, kicks to your face
Shots to the body that shake like the bass
blast one by his eardrum
Piss run, you drop thinking you shot
Screaming like a bitch, kicks to your face
Shots to the body that shake like the bass
on top of the water like a lilo
5 to 9, 9 to 5
Anytime any day Scotty was live
I never had no time to look pretty
Two sets of clothes like Jekyll and Hyde
ma y tsratch temma 7erna
1 2 ra ba9i souffle chakma kit o l fik gha n doufer
Wjouh m3awja f tabla
Like a Russian Roulette
Doura tal3a o nazla
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