Lyrics:
young
Young, Young Gunnas
Three, two, one
[Chorus]
[Young Chris]
It was a friday night and the bass was bumpin' (whoa)
The honeys was rockin'
Still shinin', still climbin
Still shinin', still climbin, check this out Son
Nine six to the motherfuckin year two G
The Mobb got it locked with
he's sitting next to you I bet it sting
You wanna ride it your hide is divided
By my 2 thumbs, I murder it when I get inside it
Hit it till you get
throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, "Man
I did that!" ain't no Black Power when your
Baby killed by a coward
I can't even keep
I didn't do, I'm still thuggin with the crew
Because once you snitch then you threw but if you hustle then you true
Would you live for this shit?
Mhm, okay
I hear you
No
Yes
I'm your servant
I have the plan
And I'll give it to 'em
Like you told me to
Wanna live in my world you have
home and gets two jobs to support himself
Two jobs that he works in the morning and the evenings
And then he would then come home to about 8 or 9 hours
back when I shine on my shine, two shows follow behind.
It's a fucked up vehicle. Switchin' my lines.
Hotel asks a nigga: "Could I share my dimes".
One time for your mind
Two times for Mumia, Sekou
Three times for my Brooklyn dimes
Seven times for pleasure
I don't trip, I don't trip
We don't
(yuh)
Wrote this shit myself so it's gonna be ass
Pulled up to the stu' after seven hours of class
Rather stay in bed but I really have to pass
Fuck Zorn
a APB' on ya' ass
Grab the officer
Last time
I almost couldn't get jimmy off of ya'
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six
Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, times ten
or eight-one
You'll get ate from me, nine and straight blown
Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one
Carry eight guns, two in the trunk
Two in
who lives forever"
"Fuck y'all, you don't impress me and no one can test me,
An emcee so ill I got AIDS scared to catch me"
[Verse 2]
Canibus
Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X)
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
I'm livin everyday like a hustle,
on this one
You gotta drink Crist-all
Buy some red wine, a little Gaja 9-7
You're so contagious, I can't take it, have my baby, let's just make it
on this one
You gotta drink Crist-all
Buy some red wine, a little Gaja 9-7
You're so contagious, I can't take it, have my baby, let's just make it
the mix
I swear to God ima keep that Nine and stand on all Ten
Wake up and go get the paper, Got greenery by the acre
We dripping in different flavors,
the sky and I live on cloud nine
And I recognize my nemesis gon' try to put a finish in my shine
But pussy, where it hurt you
Life in the power circle
and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring
The chain with the saw
I got seven Mac-11's, about eight 38's
Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shit's never end
You
'ma bang your shit up like I was Lennox Lewis
One, two, three, four, five
Six, seven, eight, niggaz'll shit where's my nine?
Mil I drill fine skills into
Strive for wives, nine lives and lies
Max sellin', enjoy the highs, what?
The treasure is the glaciers of ice, original man
Possess the power to hold
Strive for wives, nine lives and lies
Max sellin', enjoy the highs, what?
The treasure is the glaciers of ice, original man
Possess the power to hold
biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye
S-P-I-see-E-1 dem say him Born II Die, blaow
Kill em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang
S-P-I-see-E-1 dem say him ?? ??
One-eighty-seven
the trunk
Plus the tape on your cassette
I'm from the crew called Jurassic
Stretch like elastic
Live and on plastic
Step and get that ass kicked
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