Lyrics:
copped that first and second album
Word up, y'all real troops out there, yoaw
[9th Prince]
Aiyyoaw, my lions run through club Cheetah, with rusty heaters
crisis that I'm in
Don't chime in
Front block like a line men
No longer co-sign it
Album two, you'll get what that line meant
Clearing shit up just like my
This the Outro on the
Album Of The Year
When truth seekers meet gate keepers with loaded heaters
Haters never check us it's tricky like my Adidas
sung and recorded by the core 8 members, however a total of 26 feature across the entire album, with the ages ranging from 11 to 19
All profits
pouring myself in
Nine albums are dropped but the fire is
still burning
Now I am unwinding
Love the way I am grinding
At least I'm being my real self
There
on UPN 9 and WB
Who 'Yes Massa' on TV
What ever happened to Wheezy? The Redd Foxx's?
Never got Emmy's but were real to me
Let's hear it, two for
is nothin' to play with
9 to 5 money is just as sweet as the grave shift
El presidenté, Blowbama, blow by ya
Chopper next to me in every picture,
ine
When I stand up in this booth nigga I'm actually 6'9
I react, you see kids cryin
I'm the monster they shout bout
Download your album, the mouse right
ones
By the time I was 19, 20
Had a few albums
And I was producing more
Even hooked up with a band
After we jammed
On a music course
Ironi, the name fit
a mil before my album hit the shelves
And I ain't talkin' bout no signin' bonus (uh-uh)
'Tics went platinum to remind ya homey
I'm not a restroom so
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's malik my hobby's putting
I got an 80's ghetto blaster in my car
I wanna drive to a place so goddamn far
The week pass by, so many nine to five
Sunny days and music by my
on a stancin' ting, forever more I shall be the skankin' king
So if you wanna come hotel, don't waste time,
Only get one chance, don't get nine,
like cartel said
the nine-ten
I've been dropped more times than albums
Seen changes and how love sweetly turns sour
With time the wine is finer
We wine down and wind up
Looking
murfucka I'm leavin' "PLOUP PEERCH"
Cloud 9 Cloud 9 Cloud 9
Been workin' so Hard like 9 guys "WORK"
So the money multiply like 9 times "MONEY"
Bitch I often
tried to tell 'em
I just hope pretty soon that somebody smell 'em
My lyrics get deeper and deeper
Mack 10, twelve gauge, Tec-9 plus a Street Sweeper
Ich ich
Kalash Criminel
Africain sauvage
Fianso
T'as pris du galon, t'es sorti du ballon
9-3, coup d'crosse avec le canon
Quatre vingt
against me since the outset
9th got 'em fiending for an instrumental version of an album that ain't out yet
But now it's my outlet, and it feels so good
against me since the outset
9th got 'em fiending for an instrumental version of an album that ain't out yet
But now it's my outlet, and it feels so good
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's Malik my hobby's putting
on
Check out 9th street, a big sign, El-Pee got served in neon
Trendy indie underground 'cause you haven't got a choice
Take away your elitist buddies
Written by Adedamola Adeniji & Dorcas Odutola
You can't the scam the scammer
You wan use me like James and Kamal
Bem who born their mama
Them wan
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