Текст песни Nine - Famaldahyde, слова песни Nine

Текст песни Nine - Famaldahyde

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Merry fucking Christmas, don`t diss this lyracist on pissedGet a fist to your esophogusHook you like fish, throw you in a dishBlow you up like a cyst, drop you in the abyssBlast you like Kris (What`s this?)Another wannabe and never gonna be, you ain`t N-I-N-EThat`s me, original lyrical spiritual omenThe one and only incredible MCWhen you drop a D on the two three I beSmoking life like L`s, raising hellRinging bells like principals, planning invicible syllablesLyrical, yes I am, spit shit like a grit, foul like hamDamn, who the man, you the man, I`m the manWith 50 grand in his motherfucking handLive like Onyx, butter like Redman, the blue bonnetPuff chronic, with strictly platonic friendsIn a Benz, chickenhead hens ready to bendCause I got a 100,000 tensWho packs the choice, who puffs the lye?Who fucks it up? Who makes your girlfriend cry "ahhh"N-I-N-E, M-E to a crew, what you gonna do? "I am truthful to the following: N-word, MD When I speak, I say only that which is true indeed."Silly-ass niggas don`t hit me (beyatch)When I came out the pussy, I brought the whole stomach with meN-I-N-E the live smokerWrap it around your neck like a diamond gold chokerLike Yoda, with force of course the poison ChristNigga violent, see the brown paper bag, he silentI`m wild like Boba Fett, I`m semi-automaticCruise around with El Diablo, crazy hispanicWu-Tang, Tang, I`me the one that slept all night with your honeybunPull my gun when necessary, situation hairyI`ll flip the redrum, you bloody maryWhen I was born, came feet firstIt ain`t hard to tell, born to make the pussies hurtPussy make the world go roundIn circles, I`m walking on niggas like HerschelHow many MC`s must get shot?Nine will open you up like a new weed spotHip-hop runs through me like blood, your name is still mudI`m still paid like Elmer J FuddWith the mansion, yaught, new glock, the remote control boom boxThe pocket that blew up like rocketsAll sucker MC`s I`m daring `emNine will hang your clothes up while you`re still wearing themN-I-N-E I wreck shitThat`s E-N-I-N just in case you`re dyslexic, did you check it?Stupid ass, you ain`t flyHalf-man, half-woman, what`s your name, Jasmine Guy?I got mad chromeFuck standing next to you, niggas won`t talk to you on the phoneNo life so act trife, I`m hype I`m hypeI`ll beat your ass like Lionel Richie`s wife at nightI rip stages in many different citiesDon`t step up, I squeeze triggers like tittiesWho`s naughty, who`s nice? With the deviceI`m so cheap with loot, I use my fucking bullet twiceI fill you with infection, there`s no protectionOf the injection into your C-sectionPlead nigga, plead nigga, plead niggaBefore you die, PASS THAT WEED NIGGA!

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