Lyrics:
to bitches feedin' me grapes
Peep my mind state, Big Poppa flow is lethal
That weed wanna make my ass wanna kill four people
Fuck the game, gimme the chain
very hungry) (3x)
Apartment 223 with body parts under my bed
cut your abdomen out stab your fuckin leather coat
I chant while candles burn with robes
To write a series of essays defending the new United States Constitution
Entitled The Federalist Papers
The plan was to write a total of twenty-five essays
to slide by
I'm in a big Royce she on a 5'9''
Lil' mama fine-fine, I'm trying to wine, dine
She got a nigga
But she fuck me on the side time, aye
I
Day
(10) Ten let the countdown begin
(9) I was born in the mind
(8) Take the head of a snake
(7) Behold Armaggedeon
(6) Ain't no love for the rich
'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun, step into millennium
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
lookin' like somebody pottied on it
I don't gotta join Illuminati just to get a new Bugatti
I'm just ridin' I done put a million miles all on my body
the black son to make all fuckin' nine planets digable
With the science to control ninety-nine, keep all minds aligned
All the selfish will be dealt with by
Yeah, CHOMP 2
9th Wonder
Yeah, let me talk to 'em
Yeah, yeah
The sun is beamin' down, I'm wrapped up in the light
May never be fulfilled
to sell em instantly (instantly)
One look, you could tell it was the pimp in me (pimp in me)
In eighty-nine, I went on tour with Eazy-E (Eazy-E)
A bunch
coroner gon' pick 'em up
Breaking news gang, nigga, put your trigger finger up
Yeah, all my niggas throwed off
Drive by, shoot your doors off
Turn your
Y'all go fuck with my new song
I'm in this bitch
With my nigga Lid
And my nigga Aether
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Grahhhh!
I had to bring this shit back
I had
Cold late nights young nigga be feeling alone
Smoke my weed and sip my drank yeah I do it by my lonely
You ain my homie nigga you phony
cnd I keep
(Let's get it)
We can do it, do it all night long
Crazy how the time flies (Crazy)
By the minute still living like it's nine five (Ninety five)
passport pages all stamped up
Bitches in the back all cramped up
All we need is by the pool, get tanked up
I got the juice: Tropicana
Brand new goo: drop
a joint around five now its nine yea
Wait wait is there dinner on my plate
I gotta put on the weight
I gotta get out of state
I gotta move at a pace
That
the studio
Hop in hop out
SA hip hop got me chocking on big rocks
Am I new to the game or am I just new to you infants
A brains to big for my head
I need
not even consciousness
God is the void that allows
The consciousness to be
Aware of itself and
To create new universes by freedom
Maybe it's like
not make it home
Yeah, you die if you violate, eyes dilate
Low on weed tryin' vibrate
.38 in my size nines, won the Tri-State
Swim with
ruwa
Standing nine oda rara
Always active 247
Highbee247
Before you fuck up
I no even send you
Anything can happen
Orthodox or southpaw
Am all by myself
Thinking bout my past boy I did some shit
Flip some shit and hit some licks
I was always in the mix
Put in work from 9-6
Cuz 6-9 I'm with yo bitch
while I get pussy
Thats safe sex
I was blind and found myself, you still looking
Im Space X, because Im way too high for you to commute to me
I state
the day we meet again
April the 9th, I will never forget you
A love by so many, now so many regrets
So I sing to you
And I hope you find a way through
9 to 5s others shipping routes
Spittin' out I'm flipping out my idol is my gifted style
What can I say to you to make you feel aroused
You pointing
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