Lyrics:
C, candy red drop top
My hoes yeah they hot so
I'm steppin out clean got a MEAN grind game
Underground like the Kingz
Blowin purp' and sippin lean
But
fears, our worst nightmares
Not traditional crime
No antichrist!
Suddenly this field of battle
You are now standing on
Expected it to stand by your side
ferocious
Some of the best two, kill you, no rescue
They say that you gotta spit hot 16's before you step through
And they say everybody, nigga, even Tech
tells a different time, I wonder which one is right
By the end of the night, I'll be drowning in wine, all red no white
La la la la, la la la la la, la
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said no
1993 creation for steps of born leezys
Wrote rhymes in class, bored by teachers
it's a 9-8 ting
I rap, but I still might provide that gun
Shotgun, two cases, two operations done, listen
They can't run, can't hide 'cah cases get
This is a Living Legends, Justice League
Definitive Jux presentation
Brought to you by 9th Wonder and Murs
What up though, still givin' a fuck
Cut the music up please
Yeah, I should never leave hip-hop
Controlled by my two hands they go tick-tock
Around the clock, yes it's my time, my
mind
Come go with me
Make you feel like
It's everlasting
Lasting through the time
Come go with me
Have no fears
Bring back the memories
I
I'll be another car that I'll just be strippin
Me, Hi-see is one mean compadre
Tu no me gustas, chinga tu madre
Yeah
Straight for the nine-o, fool
return like Luke Skywalker
Di Jedi dem red eye
So dem want fi si you falter
Stand up like Gibraltar wid nine-calibre PPK Walter
Dem haste weh dem nuh
God put the choices on you
Ooh
Red pill, blue pill
Nigga choose
Turn the 6 to a 9 now I'm new
Turn a 6 to a 9 now I'm newer
Hahahahahaha
Life is so
Roger, roger. Calling, calling, roger, roger, can you read me?
78-78-9, 78-78-9, do you read me? Roger, major!
This is Modern Talking spaceship
is triple nine wrld
Like nine nine nine you're an angel my girl
Let's travel out to space and go live in my world
In my head there's a race and I can't
(Dialogue below interpreted by Cage from the film "Clockwork Orange")
*whispered in the background: "Smoke dust, shoot the cops
Give out
This is the night that caught you by surprise
The fear and the flash of the life before your eyes
No tears for the past and the fight and the drive
niggas, 'cause I got boys that's gon' crash out
See, drive up on your block, do the drive-by, and then smash out (skrrt)
Whip it up in the kitchen, no
hitting
Try the bent end
No submission ain't no fiction
Never missing caught em red hand
All the best meant
By my testament
Best investment
Can't contest it
Wait, I'm sly, on your bitch like a drive by
Steady hitting on me, 'cause she clocking to a 9-5 (wait)
Hit her from the back, doin' anything to get
of the stricken killed by the poultrygeist
Ok the farm was having some struggles couldn't get no help from the land
It had not rained in a couple months and nothing
Ain't got no fear, I already faced it, embraced it
Sleep in the graveyard and speak to the dead
Put teeth in his head
Bare blood like when my ex was
the game ain't roulette
Slangin' cane is the thang and I beat
That there's a lot of wannabe Scarfaces
I've heard the name in ninety-nine different
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
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