featuring Dru Down, Richie Rich
*(Yukmouth & Knumskull talking)*
Nigga, what's hap'nin?
Who we got in here?
Nigga, ain't this the last album.
Fuck that. We got Richie Rich, Dru Down, (you know!) Yukmouth,
Knumskull, we bout to do this shit man. Fo the 9-Fever, check it out.
*(Chorus- Yuk & Richie)*
Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.
T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.
Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.
T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Yukmouth let me
hear ya.
Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*
Well it's the one of the mill nigga
the Vill niggaz, that spill niggaz guts to the fullest
fill niggaz up wit bullets
kill niggaz, Yuk don't bullshit
an I pull licks if I have to, no laughter
or chit-chat I juss clack my shit back an then I blast ya
when it's the wig split
come wit big shit fo the 9-Feva-roo
cuz ya fuckin either two
of yo baby ma'mas
got em on camera
doin a tootsie roll wit a hammer up her coochie hole, an a 40 up her
bootsy hole
fo sho, I pimp nights like Gladis
niggaz better knock on wood like havock, when I'm in yo hood wit an
automatic
so crack ends, givin me jaw, I be call fuckin around wit mo ups & downs
then a see-saw
sometimes I feel like I'm broke, sometimes I'm shot calla
who got all the bitches lost in the motions like Pala
balla than shisty, mo betta blues then Spike Lee
might be off the 40 cuz I'm OG like Ice-T
ya dig?
Verse 2 *(Richie Rich)*
Smoke hoes, an coke hoes, are sumpthin like the s
