Tha Product Nine (Ft. Uneek)

[Hook: U-Neek and Nine]
Now I got the product to keep ya ass open
I got the product to keep ya ass smoking
I got the product two for ten
Buy a dime, unwind, let the ruckus begin

[Verse 1: U-Neek]
I rizzock the spot, make your blood drip-drop
I'm down for hip-hop, stunts blunts and makin big knots
All I need to proceed with words
Is the chronic smoke from a little bit that herb
And that's my word, I slam it, now you "Scream" like Janet
And Michael, the Bounce Squad psycho
Built like Tyco, Tonka, I gots to conquer
More chocolate than Willy Wonka, how you want it?

[Verse 2: Nine]
I'm all about microphones and money, hip-hop and stayin high
Everything else is a alibi
Robbin for Z, Zig-Zag-Zig, I'm the nig behind the trig'
Bustin down the crap my niggas love to clap (buck!)
In the back put yo' knots in yo' socks
Paid like Goldilocks, throwin rocks on yo' blocks
X marks the spot, loud as a gunshot
To be or not to be, I stay free like a maxi
Bloody to the third degree, here ye, here ye!