Lyrics:
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
and come BACK, won't nobody know it
Drive by, screamin' it's a new crew reppin'
Hangin out the window, like it's "227"
Get 'em up high!
Get 'em up
shooters to his house and
Now that boy be MIA
Why they hating on the boy?
Swear it's cause I'm getting cake
Is it because I'm making
Shipping mollies state
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
'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
grab your nuts, duke
Cause that's the only way these niggas living in the 9-deuce
More murder by killing and slaying some shit
You fake on the two,
turning caine into rocks
And I carry two glocks so I can't be stopped
From the city to the state I'm pushing rhymes like weight
Pitbulls by
We shot the motherfuckin pack yo
Yo to all my niggaz uncivilized to civilized
We cook the shake move the weight across the tri state
Them jooks
of the state get ate like steak
'Cause the people too strong (too strong)
Rapture's comin' one Sunday, it's blood by Monday
I promise I won't be long (it
'cause I'm blinded by the Son
Okay, bred from the 6, I'm Jordan with the brand, son
Hail from the L.I., 3-1 after 6, son
Dodge a Tech N9ne like everybody
bitches 6 feet deep
My mental status destroyed
'Cause I was touched by the hands of tha sick
But I swear with a passion
I'm a put 6 shots in this
to your mind..
to your body.. to your soul!
[Chorus]
You better, pack up your bags, better get out of town
'Cause when the God come you know he gon'
mother Earth, had to give Young Ferg a verse
A lot of homies cried, due to crimes, homicide
Drivin' by, poppin' nines, Pakistan, Columbine
Out of line,
face, globally known as Malik Dupri
Highclass drip all on my body, from stores in Italy
It's meant to be
And we gone bring lounges to 50 states
Ask Fab
(Double digits), or on the block still
Caught
In the game
It's a boy thing (3-5-7, 9 and a half)
It's the dope game (Surprise, Body Bag, Unknown)
above all you jive suckers
Listen, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me
I'm throwing a shot back
Your's is on a joint
Mine's whistling by your
the United States
The global superpower
The Democratic Republic
Freedom, brought to you by your founding fathers
And their beloved slaves, women, immigrants
all in this art, can't keep my feelings idle
My waves of gravity to be detected by LIGO
Sure you can't see 'em but both you and I know
Every day a new
the bag boy
Option was that minimum wage, live in a cage
Buildin' a prison everyday, man they cultivatin' these slaves
In this new age
Dude's wage is fugaze
chopper put in check
Big body on broaders, that's all I know
Mansion on Washetona 6 figures on the floor
Double R and DR watched by Uptown security
Ayy, all fun and jokes aside, nigga
I need them Nines double-entendres, nigga
Them Nines metaphors, nigga
I need you to flex and shit on everybody
Picked up the mobil phone dialed T are you
Drove myself to the clinic with revenge on my mind
Had to stash all my dope and I hid my nine
Killa
just crank on a bitch like a bell (Crank)
Only use one hand like Odell ('ell)
Shipping gas, you could tell by the smell
Big bag with the Glock in it,
29 Hundred Dollars Going Once Going Twice carat Twenty One Center the pink diamond Who Wanted Coming Up bracelet 9 Carat Diamond Yellow Bright Two
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