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Артист: NineНазвание : Da FundamentalzДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hardcore hip-hop metal swedish rap Видео:
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I waste MC`s like time who wanna know the incredible original Nine Burnin MC`s at degrees of five-hundred farenheit 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 MC`s know they rhymes are wack Just say, oh take your best shot, lemme see whatcha got Ain`t got a lot, run from red dot, spot like cop Oh lord, I got the drop, shot the blood claat 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 doin 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 tree) Check as many as you want, but come check me, N-I-N-E Chorus: Nine (repeat 2X) Oh God I got Da Fundamentalz Nine`ll grab the mic and rip up a instrumental Oh God I got Da Fundamentalz Nine`ll grab the mic and rip up a instrumental [Nine] Rock, the body body, rock the body body Nine wants a hottie that treats me like I`m daddy daddy The format I use, steps on blue suede shoes I guzzle brews then mic check ONE TWO I shake and bake the world, rearrange like the chemical jheri curl, drink til I earl *throws up* Excuse me, where was I? Stay fly Never ran, never will, do or die Chocolate thai got me lifted No mistake, hit like a earthquake, son I`m gifted N-I-N-E, came up in lights I rock mics, down with street fights and chalice pipes Niggaz know my steelo I`m 40 Below Deep flow, act like you fuckin know Infrared beams, baggy jeans, mic screens Caffeine and nicotine makes me fiend I`m mean like Joe Greene Down with a team, on point like the damn laser beam It ain`t no fuckin dream I pull styles out my ass like doodoo (SHIT) Nine makes MC`s quick quick flick the Bic to the izz Light, pull smoke, blow it in your area with jaws, like a pitbull terrier I attack instrumentals with Fundamentalz off the head, no pen, no paper, no pencils With the device I`m nice, if the price is right I tear the motherfucker up all night Bomb diddy bomb ba dang a dang I got slang like Wu-Tang not many can hang Chorus [Nine] For those who are unaware This is another Fed Production warning to all wack, sucker ass, punk ass crews And all you industry niggaz who was sleeping Now`s your wake-up call, punk.. Bob Lewis, Nine, Tony Stoute, Al Blount The crew, is in effect You cannot stop this Protect your fuckin neck | Похожие исполнители:
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