Lyrics:
[ VERSE 1 ]
One by one goes the bullets in the clip
Put it in yo gat, one in the chamber, now you're ready to start shit
Heat comin from the barrel
and throw the Funkytown sign
I'm on that other level, a coffin and a shovel
?Fly? down to put yo ass, before you meet the Devil, the metal
Penalties I pay by
when Joell Ortiz first came on the scene
When Joe Budden first came on the scene, and one of the illest lyricist
In the game, when Royce Da 5'9 first
Yeah, the motherfuckin' East Bay Gangster back in the house
A.k.a. Mr. Kill Yo' Ass
187 Fac mothafucker
Nine-trey
G-Nut in the motherfuckin'
livable
Interchangeable, caution: flammable
My chamber is ninety-nine plus one unnameable angles
And strangles, microphone cords start to dangle
Silent
I'm posted by the beach, but I ain't livin' (I ain't livin' right)
I gotta work a 9 to 5 just to see a couple digits
In my bank account, I'm
Psalms one hundred and thirty nine
I look around what competition be beating my flesh in submission
Cause I gotta kill it
But that don't mean enemies
not a fuckin' trick, either follow or repent (no choice)
Get infected by a vertical event
Check the meter, check your watch
Are they ever gonna stop?
see the city bleeding from the satellites
Formed by the corporate war drums recorded poorly
Dirty dub vamp.
Bruised by the hues of wicked pallets
in red bottoms
Great weed, nice homes, bread proper
Tec nine, one chamber, top shotta
Bentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopter
Born broke, real
to raise hell and bail and brag and sag
or beat down for ya flag
'cause if you is or you ain't a gang banger
Keep one in the chamber
'cause you'll
[9th Prince]
Yoaw! I'm 'bout to torture the phone, the phone piece
Leave it deceased, six feet deep
The 9th Prizm, Mad Mizm, get up in 'em
Aiyyoaw,
youngin' sling that iron it ain't no mo takin' pride
So put yo fist up in yo pockets and them bullets in the chamber
'Cause niggas slingin' iron like
a landmine
Steady tryna get the best vibes, I'm thinkin' Cali for the summer
I'm in the booth like a 9 to 5 tryna be on tour by November
Got a lotta trash
Little flurries drifting by
But its nothing like you babe
Said its Nothing like you
You are
The Essence of Heaven
Cloud 9 sleeps on you
From sunset Tilla
Destruction, erosion, eruption, explosion
Compulsive emotion; divided by demons
What was the quotient, impulsive implosion?
The masters the leaders;
a born, knawmean?
Soaked in degrees of knowledge, polished by sun rays
Carving by nine swordsmen to a needle point of perfection
It's a blessing
wanna get my jet to leave
(Leave)
Go and play the front nine at Pebble Beach
(Beach)
Set some goals that I'll never reach (Nope)
Get you high, seven
from the brain, I'll be givin you the pain, anger
Comin from the 36th Chamber, Bang!
Tical, hittin with the Buddha-Fist style
Shotgun slammin in your
quest for the crystal scythe
Chronos- Chronos – Kerasphoros
Moloch horned bull
Burning with your seven chambers
The sphinx by your side
Children
Homicide
You ain't really part of mine
I been seen a lot of 9's
Feel it
I'm on my peak
And you hating
Right on my fleak
But you whippin
A Model T
I don'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 the crime boss
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 the crime boss
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
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