Lyrics:
that drop
There's not enough salary to cover the check
'Fore you're behind on cash
People can see you coming like 9/11 ash
Toxic till your last days
messin' with citizens
Walkin' in the mall, looka how I spit
Sloppy dressed brothers make the females blitz
Big long starters, black low tops
Mack daddy
to box boy don't consider it
Ingenuous, used to be a good boy
Nine millimeter got my new toy
Let's go, shuffle for the right shot
Stick and move if you
Got a little sex now I'm sittin on a lawsuit
Nine months later, little baby pops out
Blonde hair, blue eyes, with her feets in her mouth
Well that can't
of a plan
While your home kissing daises
And you're long to be shaken
Dressed up in uniform can't face the crowd on my own
Yeah it's stinking I get by
bout the whole third they called
Ya see, ya won't some nine seven Lincoln's
With boo-koo sound, you can hear us if ya comin' around
It's best ya get
don't give a fuck about a buster
Cartel till I die, muthafucka
A nigga dressed thuggish, postin with the heater
Decapitate yo dome with this nine
Loading up the nine glocked
Stroll through the Springcreek looking for your chilling spot
You gon be a victim of a Tommy Wright Homicide
Dealee you can't
liter big red, got diluted nines fed
Able to make a bitch, want to suck my naked head
I get fly when I want to, graduated from corners
I know it
moet not beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear
Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there
And it's a fact I keep a gat in
featuring Notorious B.I.G.
(Notorious B.I.G.)
Fuck that I preach it my nine reaches
The prestigious cats who speak this Willie shit
a sign now cops bother us
Follow us to search for a 9
Asking Apathy to kill it in
A verse or a rhyme
Is ridiculous - would you ask
The Silver Surfer
All dressed up you're good to go
Checkin' your style from head to toe
Hooked up and natural
You're feeling beautiful
9 times out of 10 you know
Maybe your wife, maybe your daughter
It's midnight, I land my sleigh
Make way for jolly St. J
Climb down the chimny, for the murder
Dressed as the fat man
he's been playing these small town bars forever and a day
it ain't no nine to five livin' but it keeps the bills paid
his love for what he does keeps
scheme guns dem up
We have an all kinda thing
We have Berta
We have Cheap Gloc
We have Ruger
We have Luger
We have 9X
We have .45
We have all type
Shine my heart,
it's a beautiful day
Make up, and dressed
Are you ready to go?
Weather is great,
it's my holiday
We gotta party all day long
Happy
I'm wanted dead or alive
I stalk the New York sidewalk
All the girls hawk but I don't stop to talk
I keep stepping with a nine on my waistline
at a drag race
they both dressed pretty snappy that day
pete's wife peg put the make on me
while pete just looked the other way
now no one can say what your
Of the Number 9 train
Selling old postcards in rusty frames
A thousand views of Oretown
And they all look the same
Dressed up in sandals
A barbed wire
I tell Gilbert and Rome to meet me at 11, then I creep at 10.
That'll give me an hour of free reign.
Mo' drawers.
9:30, gettin' dressed. I had
standin' with a bottle of red wine, ready to pour
Dressed in long black satin and lace to the floor
So I went in, then we sat down start kissing, caressing
by the boatload (That Henny)
Disrespect the Lyfe that's a no-no
All my niggas dressed in that rojo (Redlyfe)
I ride for my guys, that's the bro code
the can, they just tuna fish
No money orders from the fam, just get through the shit
Youngins dying nowadays, dressed-up in the ghetto
The struggle all by
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