[Verse 1]
I waste MCs like time
The one and only incredible, the original Nine
Burnin MCs at degrees of five-hundred Fahrenheit
Drop em back to Celsius, Lord help me it's insane
Pop like tops on 40 o-z'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's left, cause Nine got rights
I squeeze Tecs like spandex mad tight (right right)
One on one, don't you make me buck you with my gun, baby
I'm tired of playing all these games
It seems like I-yah can'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 MCs know they rhymes are wack
Just say, oh take your best shot, lemme see what you got
Ain't got a lot, run from red dot, spot like cop
Oh lord, I got the drop, shot the blood clot
Non-stop, pop pop pop pop goes the gat
Still fat, still black
I still rap, and yo' ass is still wack!
Who's that nigga with the booyaka?
It's the one and only Nine and I'm doing ya
Weeded daily, always pack a half ounce G
Put springs in your boots and still can't outbounce me
(Check one check two check three)
Check as many as you want, but come check me, N-I-N-E
I waste MCs like time
The one and only incredible, the original Nine
Burnin MCs at degrees of five-hundred Fahrenheit
Drop em back to Celsius, Lord help me it's insane
Pop like tops on 40 o-z'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's left, cause Nine got rights
I squeeze Tecs like spandex mad tight (right right)
One on one, don't you make me buck you with my gun, baby
I'm tired of playing all these games
It seems like I-yah can'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 MCs know they rhymes are wack
Just say, oh take your best shot, lemme see what you got
Ain't got a lot, run from red dot, spot like cop
Oh lord, I got the drop, shot the blood clot
Non-stop, pop pop pop pop goes the gat
Still fat, still black
I still rap, and yo' ass is still wack!
Who's that nigga with the booyaka?
It's the one and only Nine and I'm doing ya
Weeded daily, always pack a half ounce G
Put springs in your boots and still can't outbounce me
(Check one check two check three)
Check as many as you want, but come check me, N-I-N-E
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