Lyrics:
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
festival
Not so very long ago
And the album, though well-intentioned
Not to everybody’s taste
Produced by the son of rockstar
Disappears without a trace
to the store 10 years ago
And damn he still ain't back yet, bastard
Clown on your home life, not sorry
I stay by my V-LONE like Bari
I want her, I bag her
This
Got a light skin friend, look like Michael Jackson
Got a dark skin friend, look like Michael Jackson
Got a dark skin friend
Got a dark skin chick
and see
Livin' a legend, in the kitchen cheffin'
I'm a player, you just reffin'
Still public housin', fuck the album
You cuffin' bitches, I'm puffin' sour
They asked me where I get my soul from
Let's go, yeah
Jackson 5 shit
This is it (yeah)
Yo, uh-huh, right, yeah
Ayo, niggas wanna clap me, monkey
cakes
And he ate one, two, three, four
But Jackie wanted more
Five, six, seven, eight, Jackie had another plate
And by the time he got to twenty
Anybody
Molly (hah)
Green Card from that visa (Green Card from visa)
Get caught and she leave (get caught and she leave)
By example, I lead (by example, I
would be all right
Where were you when they gave a warning
Hundred-fifty mile winds by morning
Category four making landfall in the wild gray light
Where
Bro no gay shit bro
No gay shit at all but
There's not a day that goes by
When I'm not
When I'm like
Yo when is this nigga going to drop
This album I
invented this real
Been the same since my deal
If you try to say that I'm changin'
Wait for the album, see how you feel
My third album, my Graduation
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
Dennis playing by himself, man
Five, four, three, two, one
the ten by four, controllin' the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn 'em down and you can have it back daddy, I'd
the shots, I feel like Phil Jackson
Steady trappin'
Yeah, police by my spot and I was still trappin'
Yeah, hop in the Benz
I put a F on the rim (rim)
Dennis playing by himself, man
Five, four, three, two, one
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
V-Villa
[T3]
They say a nigga fell off when my nigga [Dilla] exited
3 albums later I kill 'em gotta represent
2 albums back [Baatin] had left
Kinda threw
you" to the people in the building
For helping me build the empire that I'm still building
Diddy said a rapper only gets five years, we doubled that
playing by himself, man
Five, four, three, two, one
[Chorus]
Michael Jackson brought you Thriller
It made all the gun-man hollar
Mack 11 guard your grilla
Why you gwan, watch out for Babylon,
zvědavý kdy poslední album kdy poslední bars dopíšu
Vím že jsou tu lidi co by mě bodli dali do břicha dyku
Nemám čas na problémy tak prosím tě zavři už píču
on two-five
Or your big brother put you on like surprise
Hearing my hood described
So vivid you could see it by closing your eyes
Maybe it was the age
a gritty fiend for,
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
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