Lyrics:
twist!
That didn't quite go the way
We thought it would
You see, in 9th grade
A little girl who had never sung in front of
People before asked her parents
up childhood, that I used as an excuse
And ain't shit changed, I kept the same mind state
Since the third time that I failed 9th grade
You probably
bus passes
Young girls giving birth before they hit the 9th grade
About to be a mom and can't even make cool-Aid
Who made this crack anyway?
Told this
school in the 9th grade nigga
Left my Momma house I was
Still an underaged nigga
I was like, fuck this shit
I gotta get paid nigga
Now it's 20-10 and we
words will still pound you
Call Mr. 4th Quarter
Bottom of the 9th I'm still bringing that thunder
And be careful for my lighting
'Cause when it shocks you
a better Christian
By 9th grade i got saved
Now he's losing his religion
Hope and faith affected our decisions
So do we pay for dark days
Or will they be
no lovin',
Been fresh then a bitch, since 9th grade,
Show you how to ball, in 9 ways
The north side bitches be bad as fuck,
Coolin' in some j's and 9
the enemy, AWW!)
Fuck that..
[9th Prince]
Yo, yo, sorid comics, swallow rhyme toxics
Psychotic logic, insane explosives like bottle rockets
The 9th Prince
a prick, attitude matches wardrobe, uglier then sin
This is Bed Stuy 82'
9th floor three tiny rooms one view
Buck-town, Roosevelt house
They green
to call my home
9th grade trial by jury only 16 years old
Found not guilty back in '93 victim of society
Hatred and mass murder thoughts inside of me
My
Rza, star trek voyager, killah hill side strangler
Captured you in inside thirty-six gas chambers
North American, Arabian, high ? Indian
9th prince
a drone
Kill him, put em in a song
9th ward doing niggas wrong
That 30 clip like a footlong
Its Slaughter Gang and NBA
We call Eric to beat the case
He in
Instances we didn't learn about that
We learned about the kind of
Poetry that nobody could understand
Like, on 17th Street and 9th Avenue
When I was
ass into stone like Medusa
Nighttime addition when I vision, MC's are prisoners
And stage is the prison, 9th Prince the warden
Mind is made of platinum,
know my team)
4th Disciple, 9th Prince, Beretta 9 (yeah)
Islord, yo.. yo..
[Dom Pachino]
What's the deal black man? What's that in ya hand?
Whattcha
Somethin' you ride to, wake up
In the morning to, go to sleep to
It feels good, yeah right, like, Jamla yea
9th Wonder, idea of beautiful music
Sis, that be
incorporate
She told me I was handsome -- I know I look funny with big lips
But that's the love she had for her son, the 9th Prince
Forever you exist in my
Death team motions are calm like the ocean
9th Prince Golden Child Was Chosen
Was the warrior slogan
Back to the future my father was killed by Lucifer
the cause, niggas jump off!)
Eh-yo, eh-yo, 9th Prince and Killa Bamz in the lobby
At 1077, Body Brighton
Dirty cops and grimy niggas is fightin, Shaolin
a 9th ward nigga, new orleans only hustla, and I'm down 4 my stacks nigga I lean wit it I rock wit I do da fema bounce wit it, I need my fema stacks
don't survive flickering
Kick and then escape gems lift weight from the crate digging
Ate but 9th we grip and lace when the bass hitting
It's a race it's
how it goesss
That's all I want and i need
In 9th grade
First song, ""Snitches"" with TRON
Those were the days
All are friends would all sing along
I
[9th Prince]
Yoaw! I'm 'bout to torture the phone, the phone piece
Leave it deceased, six feet deep
The 9th Prizm, Mad Mizm, get up in 'em
Aiyyoaw,
downtown, 9th ward, Baton Rouge
Big dawg
E Wayne, K Wayne, B Wayne, gettin' off (Woo)
Meditate, Seroquel, Elavil, sick cough (Roof)
New buildin', violated
Got
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