Lyrics:
On the South, so I'm bout to come over
There on the North and scoop you up
We gotta put it down, boys ain't feel us in 9-9
With that Braids N' Fades, it's Y2K
of spectators long, long, long, long.
Force feed the mind machine.
Obscured American dream.
Brainwashed by Fox News.
Take your money and poison your food.
Rage,
Run that up Rico
Hot boy, hot hot
I took his soul he a
Dead body, dead body
Dead body, dead body
Dead body, dead body
I took his soul he a
What?
I
for ya mom and pop, don't sweat it
I got the next bitch rockin ya birthday present
News at 11, Scarface and Doc
From Bricks to South Park we say,
this
Anti-gangsta bitch, sporting new jewels
Plain Jane styles internal to the naked eye
Derived from mind states of Cold Crush tapes
And beat
throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, "Man
I did that!" ain't no Black Power when your
Baby killed by a coward
I can't even keep
I show em like no remorse at times ignoring they call
Im whylin up in the party and curving them with my boys
But fuck it she trying to dance her body
If you lookin' for me, I ain't hard to find
I'll be right there, posted on that 5 9
I got a burner in my lap at all times
And a bag of sticky icky
you know I'm riding
I'm tryna turn this quarter that I got into a nine
I think the way that shit turned out was by design
So we gon get this lil paper
Early one morning at county line
The swells 4-6 approaching 9
The barrel of my life hit the Malibu Sky
A Golden State Pipe
Conchita was mine
Gas man I smoke nothing but fruity
Goddess with me she got 9 either Booty
Crystals on me yea they look like They're moving everybody want to Know
Yeah
EPMD, 9th Wonder
It's crazy
New York
Charlotte, yep!
EPMD can hold you down baby
Uh
Spark this off with a b-boy who show P love
O.G.
at the age of nine
didn't understand death nearly lost my mind
But see life moves on and broke niggas can't change it
Age ten, new step family
Bodies be droppin' down around Queens
By different teams, it's the Teens that tear your ass out the frame by
The seams
The end of the drama center,
the loop
Run through a hundred nigga no chalupe
Stick hold a hundred that shit just go boom
Get locked tonight I'm bonding out by noon
Reup today I'm selling
the news
All my bitches winnin', how it feel to lose?
Nigga tryna get the box like he finna move
Bitch, I'm at my pinnacle I used to shop at Pinnacle,
said
We know
All of my shooters got shotties
All at the crib, I got shawty
I just think I caught a brand new Body
Mufuckas' be on shoeshine
Acting like
complete it's fifty states to invade
Catch a flight to a-t-l, link up with rico wade
Outkast, goodie mob, bangin out the stereo
Smokefest, nine-nine, peep
that’s the end
Oh well we all live by our principles
You got love on your mind but it's digital
Call me after 9 for the visual
You said if I don’t respond
move my fuckin dope in schools
Got warrants for arrest in about 20 states
Got a bigger body count than fuckin Norman Bates
I'm a killer, jacker, dealer,
In one year and nine months, I've Learned new ways to love
How I'm destroying my mind
Useless to keep it
Up to standards I once kept
I'm learning
the mind?, toes hands and the nine
The see-through niggas get flipped like mini-pies, ??? she lies Niggas stepped on, by the way and still getting slept
(uh huh)
And went up by the enemy, leave them a memory
Just like Kennedy, from state-to-state, city-to-city
There where the grimy and gritty
Carlo uh
Southbound near I thirty nine by mile two fifty seven uhm licence plate number REDACTED
Suspect was seen fleeing Ottawa state park shortly after
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