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[nine]
I waste mc&#39;s like time
Who wanna know the incredible original nine
Burnin mc&#39;s at degrees of five hundred farenheit
Drop em back to celsius lord help me it&#39;s insane
Pop like tops on 40 o z&#39;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&#39;s left cause nine got rights
I squeeze tecs like spandex mad tight (right right)
One on one, don&#39;t you make me buck you with my gun, baby
I&#39;m tired of playing all these games
It seems like i-yah can&#39;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&#39;s know they rhymes are wack
Just say, oh take your best shot, lemme see whatcha got
Ain&#39;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&#39; ass is still wack
Who&#39;s that nigga with the booyaka?
It&#39;s the one and only nine and i&#39;m doin ya
Weeded daily, always pack a half ounce g
Put springs in your boots and still can&#39;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&#39;ll grab the mic and rip up a instrumental
Oh god i got da fundamentalz
Nine&#39;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&#39;m daddy daddy
The format i use, steps on blue suede shoes
I guzzle brews then mic check one two
I shake and bake the world, rearrange
Like the chemical jheri curl, drink til i earl
throws up excuse me, where was i? stay fly
Never ran, never will, do or die
Chocolate thai got me lifted
No mistake, hit like a earthquake, son i&#39;m gifted
N-i-n-e, came up in lights
I rock mics, down with street fights and chalice pipes
Niggaz know my steelo i&#39;m 40 below
Deep flow, act like you fuckin know
Infrared beams, baggy jeans, mic screens
Caffeine and nicotine makes me fiend i&#39;m mean like joe greene
Down with a team, on point like the damn laser beam
It ain&#39;t no fuckin dream
I pull styles out my ass like doodoo (shit)
Nine makes mc&#39;s quick quick flick the bic to the izz
Light, pull smoke, blow it in your area
With jaws, like a pitbull terrier
I attack instrumentals with fundamentalz
Off the head, no pen, no paper, no pencils
With the device i&#39;m nice, if the price is right
I tear the motherfucker up all night
Bomb diddy bomb ba dang a dang
I got slang like wu-tang not many can hang

Chorus

[nine]
For those who are unaware
This is another fed production warning
To all wack, sucker ass, punk ass crews
And all you industry niggaz who was sleeping
Now&#39;s your wake-up call,

Bob lewis, nine, tony stoute, al blount
The crew, is in effect
You cannot stop this
Protect your fuckin neck

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