Lyrics:
foul
On the 3rd planet east of Plutonia
From the poppy an extraction
Called Criddacktonite
Conceived as a weapon backed by the Supremacy
Their
this 9 millimeter jam on me
Or get blown, I hope you got your body cam turnt on
Fuck a black cop too, that's the same fight
You got a badge, bitch,
the braid like tomb raider
I check the news we targets, interviews with our neighbors
Hope we make it out the state before they set up checkpoints
Ain't
on the sidewalk
Color blood red, body outlined in chalk
My rhymes, two zigs all nines
Hard hit when they spit, split wigs double time
This eightball's a strict nine
I’m not fine
Ninety people walk on by
While I bleed out on the floor
Only got to number 9
(Verse 1)
I said 11, not 24 now I act up like attention
forging the attitude
The new fearless type
This past, the negro’s past, of rope, fire
Torture death and humiliation fear by day
And night, fear as deep
hit of ooh
(Ooh weeoo)
You make me feel alive
And so brand new
So brand new
You got me on cloud nine
I'm sprung on you
The reason why I'm smiling
When
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trouble with my mind state
How many bullets would it take to change my mind? Wait
Sometimes I want to end it but I don't though
They tell me see my
And it's just that I'd expect such important news
Delivered by someone in shiny shoes
A dark wood desk, a banker's lamp, such warm space
Not cinder
baow-baow-baow-baow)
I just bought a new Glock when we go catch this body then obviously the Glock 9 mad (shh)
You ain't poppin' to me, girl, you're not that fine
If you lookin' for me, I ain't hard to find
I'll be right there, posted on that 5 9
I got a burner in my lap at all times
And a bag of sticky icky
a hickey, boy I'm sicky
Like a HIV victim, man nobody fuckin' with me
I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me demon
And a terrorist, God dammit I
dawg shit nigga I ain't working for free
I met the plug
I'm shipping it out from the states
Got 51 drums on the side of that K
You play with the gang
I like it when you say my name .
This is a state of emergency
What ya?ll want me to do, I'm sorry hahaha
I'm back bitches
I ain?t letting you go
and .45's
17-shot 9's
Right up between your eyes
Niggas is gon die
Niggas come from the pound
Hummers and S-S's
Born to be a killer
Fill a Nigga
Body with
chest
Then I tossed the nine, boss of crime
Black gotti, I stack bodies wit the black shotty
Bitch-ass niggaz who act snotty
Get it
These niggaz is
Yeah, and we're back with One Life Radio after 9
I'm Rosewood Swing, and this next song is titled Palestine
You heard it here first at One Life Radio
kill ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga
Yeah, I done told you niggas
Nine or ten times stop fucking with me
I
kill ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga
Yeah, I done told you niggas
Nine or ten times stop fucking with me
I
No need for gun fire
Bitch I'm fire
Another rhyme and somebody dies
It's becoming so Common I ain't from the Chi
So cut to the chase get cho body
Gas man I smoke nothing but fruity
Goddess with me she got 9 either Booty
Crystals on me yea they look like They're moving everybody want to Know
When I say "Tech", you say "N9ne!"
Tech (N9ne) , Tech (N9ne)
This is hip-hop
It's country, jazz and R&B and it's pop
It's rock and roll and yeah
(Talk)
Good evening
Welcome to channel 187 Murder 1 News
Tonight we focus on the city of Vallejo in the state of California
Where five black men were
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