Lyrics:
If I ever left you in the shallow water I'm in the deep end
They asked me if I want this shit for life but it all depends
I know this room is better
it was just you and me
You and me, that's loyalty
Best friends to the end
Young Staffy always misbehaving
But I'm like, it's all good, you'll help me
nobody safe
I built this shit
Me, brick by brick
Yeah it's Jocko Slim look man
I was feeling sorry for y'all hoes for a long time
I ain't doing that no
Cuz I'm cookin' beats on the 9 to the 5
Yeah
Still got em askin' "who made that one?"
Friday gotta show up to the west end
Shawty might be pulling up
ain't worried 'bout 'em
My only goal is to keep courage and to make it off the bottom
Oh, I was raised by the Chinese store
Even though I ain't Chinese
won't set her free
She passes time by singing
Like someone else I know
As years go by she sits and waits
As years go by? Uh-oh
A torturous existence
Look, look, look
One verse at a time a nigga manifesting his blessingz
Who ever thought the pen would be a weapon
To fight the battle to end the mass
ability is pretend
Figure out, figure them
Figure who's in the pants
Dragging all the mud till I could see the end
By now peace, no fans
Something good
to heaven we don’t end up like 9
11 i’m teching tagging these bitches
Pass one straight to my brethren
Bambino I’m a real king i’ve got new weave
Robin blue
daddy got a problem, we can hit the grass mayne
An asshole by nature, livin' in the fast lane
Stay rilla fo' reala, fuck with me and that's yo' ass
struggle to get by
Shoot nuns, nothing said
I been rockin' with Kamachi since nine-five
You a pussy
I'm a fuckin' cat that got nine lives
I keep the ratchet
a thriller with romance and disease
Diary entry 9th of May '62
We've had some ugly babies but none were quite like you
Diary entry '62 end of May
It
bitches wet
Roaming creeping through the night
Bumpin' on that Tommy Wright
Grippin' on my fucking knife and end this motherfuckers life
You fucking
I'm a 50 hour paycheck
Ain't slept a damn wink
Moth to a neon light
I'm a 9 to 5, 10 to 2
Shower in between the two
Let it ride kinda guy
Bill, but call me Chuckie
Fifth Ward hard bitch, play hero and buck me
Cause I'm known to pull your skull out
Grip a motherfucker by his neck
Bill, but call me Chuckie
Fifth Ward hard bitch, play hero and buck me
Cause I'm known to pull your skull out
Grip a motherfucker by his neck
stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, n****z die
By gettin' blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got
Nine Bar and Grill
We walked through the door
And the place was jammed
The lights were low they had a punk rock band
And some orange haired feller
an end of the sanity.
Crazy shot outs giving pounds to all my niggaz,
hitting all the hookers by the dozen, cause they dig us (trick).
Fuck what you've
Nine in the mornin' feds at my door (my door)
Lou Cortez creakin' cross the hardwood floor (right)
Dippin' through the alley I made my escape
Her telephone rang 'bout a quarter to nine
She heard his voice on the other end of the line
She wondered what was wrong this time
She never knew
Nine Bar and Grill
We walked through the door
And the place was jammed
The lights were low they had a punk rock band
And some orange haired feller
I would
And on my way to you I'll
Catch a star from above
Straight away I'll fly to cloud number nine
See if my baby was feeling fine
When I get
to fight for
But still end up in the state pen or the psych ward
It's lights off
They catch so many casualties it's like war
That's the reason I don't
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