[Woman] Dad-da
[Baby] Dad-da da-da
[Woman] Ma-ma
[Baby] Ma-ma-ma
[Woman] Ma-ma
[Baby] Ma-ma
[Evil Dee]
Word up, yaknowhatI'msayin'?!
It's about to happen, Evil Dee in the area! {*Phone rings*}
Shit's about to happen, said shit's about to change!
Word up!
{*Phone rings*}
{*Button is pushed*}
[Woman on phone]
Turn that damn music down man! {*music fades*}
Turn that music down man, you're shakin' the damn house!
What's wrong with you? This is not a club!
{*Music starts again*}
[Verse 1: Lord Tariq]
From a killer to a killer, rap cats to the cap peelers
The hustlers, the coke, smoke, dope, and crack dealers
On the streets of New York you can't find none realer
I survived gunshots, cops, and all fed squealers
We bled for the scrilla, chuggin' shots of Tequilas
But now y'all gon feel us, cuz the mission is to kill ya
Nine milli' is the slug, and thug the lifestyle
And I'll rip your rug, 'cause bruh, I'm quite wild
So here, take this rag and wipe your smile
Cuz when I pull shit, the bullshit, might go down
I got dawgs in the ghettos, and the white boys town
That'll die for the 'cause, I'm controllin' the board
Through many cities abroad
From the counties of Cali, to C74, B, I'm heavily lawed
I invest in, Bronx blots, from Rosedale and Creston
Top of that ho sale, and have my whole sale
Get 'em gear, a salary, and hope it goes well
'Til I'm shot or locked up and can't post no bail
Y'all are frail, y'all niggas can't fruck with what we into
Knife is the apparel, and the nine is the utensil
Everything official, made to get you raisin' issues
When the bullets blaze we hit'chu
Nuthin' less they're grazin' tissues
My mind designed for every rhyme you spit, I spit two
My nines designed to split you in two, get up in you
[Baby] Dad-da da-da
[Woman] Ma-ma
[Baby] Ma-ma-ma
[Woman] Ma-ma
[Baby] Ma-ma
[Evil Dee]
Word up, yaknowhatI'msayin'?!
It's about to happen, Evil Dee in the area! {*Phone rings*}
Shit's about to happen, said shit's about to change!
Word up!
{*Phone rings*}
{*Button is pushed*}
[Woman on phone]
Turn that damn music down man! {*music fades*}
Turn that music down man, you're shakin' the damn house!
What's wrong with you? This is not a club!
{*Music starts again*}
[Verse 1: Lord Tariq]
From a killer to a killer, rap cats to the cap peelers
The hustlers, the coke, smoke, dope, and crack dealers
On the streets of New York you can't find none realer
I survived gunshots, cops, and all fed squealers
We bled for the scrilla, chuggin' shots of Tequilas
But now y'all gon feel us, cuz the mission is to kill ya
Nine milli' is the slug, and thug the lifestyle
And I'll rip your rug, 'cause bruh, I'm quite wild
So here, take this rag and wipe your smile
Cuz when I pull shit, the bullshit, might go down
I got dawgs in the ghettos, and the white boys town
That'll die for the 'cause, I'm controllin' the board
Through many cities abroad
From the counties of Cali, to C74, B, I'm heavily lawed
I invest in, Bronx blots, from Rosedale and Creston
Top of that ho sale, and have my whole sale
Get 'em gear, a salary, and hope it goes well
'Til I'm shot or locked up and can't post no bail
Y'all are frail, y'all niggas can't fruck with what we into
Knife is the apparel, and the nine is the utensil
Everything official, made to get you raisin' issues
When the bullets blaze we hit'chu
Nuthin' less they're grazin' tissues
My mind designed for every rhyme you spit, I spit two
My nines designed to split you in two, get up in you
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