Lyrics:
(what?!)
'cause a big ass and some titties is a gold mine, deuce-nine dollars
A nut, two nuts is 58, an extra 4 if want the hoe to masturbate
A blow job is
to state
Still drop the hot shit for you
To pull out your crate
It's the return of the mouth-musher
Skull-crusher
Pack myself with two nines and cold crush
Got love for everyone in the business
But everyone in my business
Tell me, how should I talk when everyone is a witness?
And every slur out your
We be the crew that presents to the wicked instrumental
Damaging your mental from here to Sacramento
This here groove was made for vintage
The forty five for you niggas with nine lives
Penthouse on college, money long as Ocean drive
Black Chevy Tahoe's, Hatians up out the pothole
My place
boom on top boom, boom gat for gat
And all the rules got the drop on you
And let the nickel nine pop on you
Yo, my crew in the front got it
plates, old truths, more K
'Telligent brothers with nine hoods, movin' snowflakes
Guillotine your head, last scene in the showcase
Push weight, this
Got you counting from on to ten
And by the time you get up to nine, your ass is left behind
Cause you can't mess with the lyrical master rhymes
Send
on the corner like Ahhhhhhhhh-oooooooahhhhhoooo!
Close your mouth
before your mouth
get you into something
with them detriot niggas
WE DEEP!
[Verse 2 -
I'm inviting you
Get your writing crew and their dopest rhymes
I'll get up in that ass every time
Lyrically I'm untouchable, uncrushable
Getting mad
(Great John on the beat by the way)
I was on tour for four months we was overseas (Greenlight Gang)
Did fifty-five shows in forty-five countries (woah)
to see her one son get loud
Flip on a sucker! - And bow to the crowd!
Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or 2 or 3 or 4,
Live in action, guaranteed
bought like your ig stats
Crew do cocaine
Raps like little wayne
Butterfly coupe G four stay in your lane
Black and brown though niggas
Think I'm from
comin' like I'm 2
Or maybe 3 or 4 or just a muthafuckin' crew
Late night see a drive-by drop Impala
The niggas took cover and the bitches all holla
If
on the airplane, cus'
Put your own motherfucking mask on, and go do it man, go do it, just live your life
I love y'all, thank you so much for tuning in, uh
I
A crime wave of gangster-made criminals
Liftin a skit to your dome, I'm relentless, shit
Cock the nine and laugh when I blast this shit
Cause your ass got
Ooh yeah
But you know
It wouldn't be a juggalo party if somebody didn't get shot
Now right about now, I want you to picture you got two nine
the one
The reason why you live for the goddam gun"
He said "I get the [?], you just chill
Before you get out the motherfucker will be killed"
I said
them angels gon' record it for your Shia's label
One, two, three, four, five, knockin' demons down
One, two, three, four, five, knockin' demons down
Nine
Eighteen
Twenty seven
Thirty six
Fourty five
Fifty four
Sixty three
Seventy two
Eighty one, bitch
I got nine lives
I got nine lives
Nine
and stickin'
Them niggas up in the nine-two
And all these niggas steppin' must got static with my crew
Well, nigga bring it on
Send them chromes to your dome
the real
Speak the real
It`s a quarter after nine on my AM FM
Radio Shack digital motel six o?clock alarm reads
"40, get your ass up, time to hit
a quarter after nine on my AM FM
Radio Shack digital motel six o?clock alarm reads
"40, get your ass up, time to hit the grind
You can`t afford to pass no
Probably cause I live by the art of for-keeps
I get indicted after my product's released
We a different form, a different centrifugal force
Every line is
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