Lyrics:
don't flinch anymore
Just wait for the pain
Your words they are the bullets
Sight in and take aim
Chamber you're hatred
And blow me away
Never thought
Five
Wanna know you cause it seems you're all I need
Six, seven, eight
Wanna love your heart, your mind, and your body
Nine
I think maybe we should give
fought wars, my enemies all wack
Check your chalkboard
Critics said things shit they ain't
Even killing they arsenals
Me and the God flow
Guard the team
in red bottoms
Great weed, nice homes, bread proper
Tec nine, one chamber, top shotta
Bentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopter
Born broke, real
to bust caps
Let me let you know bitch who you fucking with
Master P killa murder motherfucking lunatic
With the giggety giggety nine
Put
Anticipation
So hold me fast in your gaze
Hold me there forever
Angel hair
Heaven awaits you
And now you're here
And now you're gone
And now you're here
And now
[Interlude: Method Man]
Flicks... sluggy... one time
For your muthafuckin' mind
Wu-Tang Forever, this is just the next chamber, baby
(Fish filet, fish
or Richard's bay
rhyming with Billy Ocean or Al be Sure
won't get you play by Joan's Rivers I clean clothes, lyrical mean pros
go against dream flows hope your
all my enemies so
Friends could come alive
And then I placed them in the tribe
I got a graveyard by my side
I don't got the banger
Got the Savior in
ride
But still I bust 'cause I survive from your warm embrace
I got plenty love for the nine-mill
And when I pick it up, I don't really want to kill
know about you
You sound like a goof
Im busting my goop
We on that pole, staying here just like Moot
Look weird and we shoot
Fuck you and your group
Run away, lets go far away tonight
Remember all the pain
Bring it Inside your mind
Please Proceed with Caution Im really locked in
Bitch you know im
importants que la beauté
Malheureusement on trouve des hypocrites de tous cotés
I do everything by myself I don't need anybody
B*tch just wear your clothes I
the street I hear
"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!"
"Man down
Where you from, nigga?"
"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?"
"Where your grandma stay,
Profusion sweating begins, and heart rate kicks into overdrive
He equips his surgical gloves, and whispers in your ear
Before you know it, you'll be dead
your money 'cause 9 to 5's rob
Your dream chasing 'cause you're facing 9 to 5 odds
Sitting in college asking why am I here
I'ma be the biggest name in
plates, old truths, more K
'Telligent brothers with nine hoods, movin' snowflakes
Guillotine your head, last scene in the showcase
Push weight, this
to raise hell and bail and brag and sag
or beat down for ya flag
'cause if you is or you ain't a gang banger
Keep one in the chamber
'cause you'll
[ VERSE 1 ]
One by one goes the bullets in the clip
Put it in yo gat, one in the chamber, now you're ready to start shit
Heat comin from the barrel
the debris and rubble
Permanent, damage caused by the double
You, know who, cowardly urge you to merge through
And think the workers'll serve you
Signin'
kill you is what you don't know
OK check it, you're on your way to your girl's crib
But the bitch live in the Bridge
You ain't really sweating it, cause
9 here is the 9 on my side
You don’t wanna get shot 9 times
Know you pussy but you still don’t got 9 lives
My moral compass aint pointing at true
the mic
Vivid literature pictures shine like four nine lights
Time in space, grab your head-bands, suffocate
Call me Chester so i had to let
Cause there's a worse fate awaiting
As your soul's emancipated
By the grills of Android Hell
(Because we can)
Loose Screws Louis: (spoken)
Now I'd like
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