[Nine]
I waste MC's like time
who wanna know the incredible original Nine
Burnin MC's at degrees of five hundred farenheit
Drop em back to celsius lord help me it's insane
Pop like tops on 40 o z's
Make cheese while you sweat me for the proceeds
I survived cause I strived
then I cock back my fist and PUNCH out ya insides
Who's left cause Nine got rights
I squeeze tecs like spandex mad tight (right right)
One on one, don't you make me buck you with my gun, baby
I'm tired of playing all these games
It seems like I-yah can't get time out anymore
My name is Nine and your name is mud
When I come down, I-yah haffa come down raw
Just say, ohh, ohh, listen to the Nine my style is fat
Just say, no, no, sucker MC's know they rhymes are wack
Just say, oh take your best shot, lemme see whatcha got
Ain't got a lot, run from red dot, spot like cop
Oh lord, I got the drop, shot the blood claat
Non-stop, pop pop pop pop goes the gat
Still fat, still black
I still rap, and yo' ass is stilL WACK
Who's that nigga with the booyaka?
It's the one and only Nine and I'm doin ya
Weeded daily, always pack a half ounce G
Put springs in your boots and still can't outbounce me
(Check one check two check tree)
Check as many as you want, but come check me, N-I-N-E
Chorus: Nine (repeat 2X)
Oh God I got Da Fundamentalz
Nine'll grab the mic and rip up a instrumental
Oh God I got Da Fundamentalz
Nine'll grab the mic and rip up a instrumental
[Nine]
Rock, the body body, rock the body body
Nine wants a hottie that treats me like I'm daddy daddy
The format I use, steps on blue suede shoes
