's damaging the man you see before you On the canvas he may seem alright but all the disadvantages His family encounters overshadows his extravagance Walk in my nine
my sound Hitting you hard from every direction Your head and your shoulder, area your midsection dawg When the saint on the ground with his nine on
like Christmas Slay bitches, and party everyday like this is the last I'm with my heckles, connectin' and we hittin' the lab This is my level, fuck
dime Everyday it's the same and I gotta mine to the grind My mental be stressed on my pistol My only utensil for cheddar, it's on the level war Whatever
s takin no shorts Smokin on the newports your ghetto resource And bitch you wanna dig your own ditch and hit you with levels beyond your control My
that's takin' no shorts Smokin' on the newports your ghetto resource And bitch you wanna dig your own ditch And hit you with levels beyond your control
we lie Nigga you touched and stuck on murda Smoking up bud and fucking up blunts It was the 7th sign regime Wid the nines and beams the philly and green
of we lie Nigga you touched and stuck on murda Smoking up bud and fucking up blunts It was the 7th sign regime Wid the nines and beams the philly and
the Clair, mobbin' like them soldiers Watch me fold ya for actin' like somebody never told ya So off we go, to the bloody row, tryin' to blood some souls With that nine
. Tombstone: A first degree murderin' wig splitter, gravedigger diggin' a ditch, puttin' a bitch and them snitches in the pit, so don't fuck with them niggas off the nine-nine
shit man, like I was the beater man, Bulldozer against the grain, I always been the rebel dawg, Kickin' ass and takin names, on a whole 'nother level
am I stressing it softly Get 'em up off me 'cause all we wanted Was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto I want settle get on my level They
And am I stressing it softly get 'em up off me cause all We wanted was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto I want settle get on my level
Thousand I clock more dough plus do more shows You brag on tight flows but you can't go gold You sold your soul and bullshit sound low Fuckin' wit' me is not so need nine
the mess hall But to avoid that from head to toe, dipped in all black, hit them niggas Where they pump they cracks at, Havoc, with the murder masterplan Keep my nine
it Hey Hey [Chorus - Akon] No I can't stop getting this money now Because I'm out here living this hustler's life I be working all day but no nine to
