na na na - nine lives She's got na na na na - nine lives to survive No one knows what you think You paint your hair blue - now it's pink Live - live - living
back like a nine milli, grimy New York City See me clearly through the storm The world's mine, sits pretty in my palm Sean Don as we continue on [Chorus] I got
the cassette, rewind it to death Alota y'all sweat it, you try to forget How I rock shit from N.Y. to Tibet You got it to bet? That's just how you got
my bitch thats my bitch [Chorus - Elly Jackson] I?ve been waiting for a long long time just to get off and throw my hands up high and live my life and live
Run on for your life or you can dance you can die She's praying in the sand like she's the last samurai It's a stick up stick up and a pick up pick up
the beginning but it's pain in the end Pain, pain, pain, pain Gold rope wearer, neighborhood terror Can't hang around my mother 'cause she says I scare her Got
thrills I got nine thousand blacks that still serve crack Got a bitch who works the Plaza too, on the track Got a GTA connection and I fence for jewels
my two feet is what I stand on Diva in the room, she blowin' me just like a band horn Got her on her knees the same knees that she be prayin' on Now she
a titty would you . . . [Chorus - Short Dawg] Pass me the dutch with cha left hand I got the whole club nodding like the yes man Im in my polo Tee, Gucci sweat pants She
she asked about the ice that I put on her wrist? Thought my chick Earth lesson, nah son she won't snitch But times I went to war and she brought extra
the mikie like auctioneer, got the public's ears Fucked up can't hear, Atlanta, Georgia where y'all at? OutKast this Dirty South to death the Dungeon Family Camp Got
us Cause everything you do or say You got to live with everyday She's somebody's baby She's somebody's sister She's somebody's mama He doesn't matter if She
every nigga gone And for every brotha breathin', live to see another mornin' It's blitz nigga the streets glory many die for me Got knocked refused three to nine
out corner I got it's all laid Shorty with a nice round ass in my face Now do she want me to touch her? Or do she want me to see? Fuck is she comin'
Harlem, Brooklyn and D.C. This is the problem 'cause he never tell 'em he got it From lettin' fags suck him off, Rikers Island in nine-three Drives
about to lose my mind I got the six, gimme your nine Look at this, what a pair, she won't let me touch her there She's so discriminating This is weird
Wassup? Nothin' just bangin' What's up wit you? That's cool Hey, I just got a call from my momma You know wha I'm sayin'? Said she got call from my lawyer
