CRS Westwood Shutdown (Westwood Crib Session) Nines (Ft. Church Road Soldiers)

[Verse 1: Nines]
CRS niggas we keep the guns cocked
And I don't fuck with them niggas, I rep one block
I rep 1 block, keep the gun cocked
And I don't fuck with them niggas, I rep one block
CRS niggas we keep them guns cocked
And I don't fuck with them niggas, I rep one block
I rep 1 block, keep the gun cocked
And I don't fuck with them niggas, I rep..Ahh
Sacked another worker for weighin up my grams wrong
Flyin birds, I ain't thinkin 'bout a rap song
In and out the trap house, hands on
Treat the yay all like an envelope, stamped on
My nine will leave a paigon in a hearse
My niggas whippin white, call it slavery in reverse
Nina are in my jeans
The industry be sleepin on my dreams
So I'm on the street dealin with the feens
It's been a week, I ain't wrote a [?] tweet
I've been in the street flyin birds, I ain't been to sleep
I just sold 20 bricks, I'm on a winning streak
And in my spare time I kill a beat
See the shine in my hand
We the Ice City gang
Fly to Milan or Dubai for a tan
Drivin in the whip, Glock in the stash
Violate the click will be on your block in a flash
You don't wanna see me on your block pedalin
I leave you in a box like a wedding ring
Fuck a punchline and a metaphor
My YGs in the frontline sellin dros'
Toaster in my lap
Weed and coke are in the trap
I spit great, these niggas sound mediocre when they rap
Me and Jazzy break down keys
I don't mean sweets when I stay round trees
It's Nines...