Lyrics:
A 15-year-old black kid'll go and rob a liquor store
And get shot in the process
He ate up a nine bullet and now he's put to rest
Why do I call myself a nigga
Ice Cube with The Lench Mob I got it goin on
A n**** that's livin in the city of the criminal zone
One time can't keep the law in order
'Cause
Dub-C I'm rich rollin', pistol holdin'
Pockets swoll nigga, that's how I'm rollin'
Put the flame to the killer, nigga
Worldwide homicide mob figure in
Black Mob City
Wanted nigga, chasing seven figgas,
Finger stay on triggers,
With perfect aim and timing,
Round here, where hatting is common,
my money in stacks
And lace my bitches with nine figures
Real niggas fingers on nickel plated nine triggas
Must see my enemies defeated
I catch 'em
thing, ya understand
We be steamin', blazin', nines pumps and K's and
Hollygrove 17th, the hood where I was raised and (what, what, what)
Niggas bustin'
or you will respect mine
Or leave the TEC 9 and leave it for dude
The realest you gonna feel is when you face your death
Sorry I didn't know nigga don't
dangreous summers i
Was just a thug nigga
Workin' for drug dealers
And neighbour runners by the age 13 we
Was gunnin' and it was fun to see the police
Runnin'
Four or five niggas in a mothership
Better known as a deuce and we all wanna smother shit
Bent, front and back glass got tint
Tryin' to get our
Little homies run up on you, give you Botox
Leave you with a (?), four five with a nine
Bam, going ham, leave his mama screaming oh my
Pussy nigga you
Who you are,
One Nation under a thug and bullet scar,
Young nation, no revolution and no cause,
One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,
even flipped on a mob I was down with
So I'm packin' a mac at night
And blue and whites are everywhere in a nigga sight
So come on, you little
reminded
That none of you just will ever know who the N9ne is
And you never heard of the homie from the Show-me
Punk that! I know you niggas know me
your tato
Ain't nothin' 'bout me ordinary, I come with the yayo
I move like a mob boss, it's gon' take an army
The world is mine, nigga, you get it if
niggas (what's that?)
You cannot defeat the Internet, no matter what, so chill, nigga
Don't get distracted by the money, you too relaxed
You livin' life
time get the heart of my rhymes, get a nigga get better with time
And wonderin how I'm goin by, can't help it in the heat of the
Heartless hood, it's
sparkin at anytime
any place any where with my fuckin 9
I got an army of niggas with automatic gats
bout splittin head ass niggas Craig, Ron,
Hold on
Real nigga, real mob ties (huh)
Real nigga, real mob ties (huh)
Real nigga, real mob ties (huh)
Real nigga, real mob ties (huh)
Hit a pussy
lying and your diamonds
Basically, I'm tired of feelin'
Sick and tired
A$AP (A$AP) born in money makin' Manhattan
Every nigga on my block wanna
Be a Main
niggas is very persistent and ferocious
My bitches too,
One might be your hostess
Get you poked quick
By someone you close with
Retaliations a bitch,
My niggas is very persistent and ferocious,
My bitches too,
One might be your hostess,
Get you poked quick,
By someone you close with,
Retaliations
that money, my whole family is fucked
I swear I move like the mob, I'm watchin' movies too much
If niggas wanted you dead, what would you suggest?
and dangerous
Ain't too many can bang with us
Straight up weed no angel
Dust, label us notorious. Thug ass niggas that love to bust, its strange to us
Y'all
of niggas telling riddles (riddles)
Till the foreign whipping through the ghetto
Seal 6 vets slime green
Riding 911 Porsche yellow
Plain Patek and an AP
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