Текст песни Nine - Da Fundamentalz
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[Nine]I waste MC`s like timewho wanna know the incredible original NineBurnin MC`s at degrees of five-hundred farenheitDrop em back to celsius, lord help me it`s insanePop like tops on 40 o-z`sMake cheese, while you sweat me for the proceedsI survived cause I strivedthen I cock back my fist and PUNCH out ya insidesWho`s left, cause Nine got rightsI squeeze tecs like spandex mad tight (right right)One on one, don`t you make me buck you with my gun, babyI`m tired of playing all these gamesIt seems like I-yah can`t get time out anymoreMy name is Nine and your name is mudWhen I come down, I-yah haffa come down rawJust say, ohh, ohh, listen to the Nine my style is fatJust say, no, no, sucker MC`s know they rhymes are wackJust say, oh take your best shot, lemme see whatcha gotAin`t got a lot, run from red dot, spot like copOh lord, I got the drop, shot the blood claatNon-stop, pop pop pop pop goes the gatStill fat, still blackI still rap, and yo` ass is stilL WACKWho`s that nigga with the booyaka?It`s the one and only Nine and I`m doin yaWeeded daily, always pack a half ounce GPut 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-EChorus: Nine (repeat 2X)Oh God I got Da FundamentalzNine`ll grab the mic and rip up a instrumentalOh God I got Da FundamentalzNine`ll grab the mic and rip up a instrumental[Nine]Rock, the body body, rock the body bodyNine wants a hottie that treats me like I`m daddy daddyThe format I use, steps on blue suede shoesI guzzle brews then mic check ONE TWOI shake and bake the world, rearrangelike the chemical jheri curl, drink til I earl*throws up* Excuse me, where was I? Stay flyNever ran, never will, do or dieChocolate thai got me liftedNo mistake, hit like a earthquake, son I`m giftedN-I-N-E, came up in lightsI rock mics, down with street fights and chalice pipesNiggaz know my steelo I`m 40 BelowDeep flow, act like you fuckin knowInfrared beams, baggy jeans, mic screensCaffeine and nicotine makes me fiend I`m mean like Joe GreeneDown with a team, on point like the damn laser beamIt ain`t no fuckin dreamI pull styles out my ass like doodoo (SHIT)Nine makes MC`s quick quick flick the Bic to the izzLight, pull smoke, blow it in your areawith jaws, like a pitbull terrierI attack instrumentals with Fundamentalzoff the head, no pen, no paper, no pencilsWith the device I`m nice, if the price is rightI tear the motherfucker up all nightBomb diddy bomb ba dang a dangI got slang like Wu-Tang not many can hangChorus[Nine]For those who are unawareThis is another Fed Production warningto all wack, sucker ass, punk ass crewsAnd all you industry niggaz who was sleepingNow`s your wake-up call, punk..Bob Lewis, Nine, Tony Stoute, Al BlountThe crew, is in effectYou cannot stop thisProtect your fuckin neck