some of this rap game. Leavin' no where to run. but even though you tried, they got yo' body numb. Done, Done, Done, tell it be, 1-9-9-9 crime, crime,
us, and we shootin' up the party. Even if we're solo on some of that Bone shit we sayin', now you can bring it on, because we ready, we ready. Fuckin
more I stick around the shit get more fucked up That's why I'm back on Holloway gettin' fucked up Thinkin' back on how it used to be when it was all good
wait Or better yet, I take the journey for myself Put a bullet in my own head, it's my death So when 12 o'clock jump on eve of 11-9 Suicide! Just as
yeah Her mind was playin? tricks on her One time for your motherfuckin? mind Bringin? it back like this here 1 9 9 1 all the way to the 1 9 9 4 And they
alone hahahaha, her mind was playin' tricks on her One time for your motherfuckin' mind Bringin' it back like this here 1-9-9-1 all the way to the 1-9-9
the nigga in the trench coat I don't push rocks on the block, I deal the big dope I ain't the nigga on the mic that done said he quit But I be damned
tonight Quick to pull a 4-4 in the fight Under the street lights Rollin' the dice We was so enticed By niggas like slick money and ice We figure prison end
[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne] If you you see thunda From a gun this is somethin that'll get the heat on ya when she's under the sheets on the beautiful sleep
want to But you can't tell me what you gon' do [Verse 2] 'Cause n-gga I don't believe that Like 9/11 came from Iraq Mayweather on the speed bag Automatic
finally famous nig west side east side south side north side d-town (boiiiii) put on put on the city the city i like it in the city the city the city
, check it out) The 1/9, the 1/9, the CB's, the break The 1/9, the 1/9, the CB's, the break! The 1/9, the 1/9, the CB's, the break!! Break it up,
hype They can't see me up on that mic, so they be hatin' me outta spite Some potent purple Sprite, I done paid my dues I hear the strong survive but the weak end up on
and I smash this song Twizzy [Verse 6 - Nicki Minaj] I'm in that cotton pink Bent', Puttin' mass on the guts, White on white whips, Kunta Kinte on the
thangs (Chorus) Prodigy X2 The violence don't stop The beef don't seize The money keep coming The paper increases The gun fire don't end The people
oh oh, oh oh ohoh oh [x9] We're far from home, it's for the better What we dream, it's all that matters We're on our way, united Turn the crowd up
end Me and my boo and my boo boo riding All up in that black with his chick right beside him Ladies, if you love your man show you the fliest Grind up on
cause all these years is my back you been riding even in and out of fights on these videos now its about time you felt the real rodeo see i did it 9-9