ya ass up nigga, cause the 5th gon flame While you at it, move ya eyes off my wall street chain They say we movin like an organized street gang All hues
like when thugs cry [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Markin' off days on the calendar I can't even sleep Like a convict, waitin' on January 18th When the Documentary dropped, it flooded the streets
hair cut Bad ass nigga never ever made a A+ But I wear Jacob with ? is a glacier Full link mink mo colors than life savers While they in da club like a class full of 9th
in their violence. I prefer to live in peace, you know. Yoko: all you need is courage, you know. You can just go out in the street now and take off
all about my bread like bagels, they know Im raw like Qualo, ball like gay hoes weed so strong its like I twist tornadoes spit like 9?s, 4 5th?s, and
the mean streets A small kid stands by the Lincoln Tunnel He's selling plastic roses for a buck The traffic's backed up to 39th street The TV Whores
of 10 men At 9 I was into crime sex and drugs pushing an 89 block Chevy sittin on dubs 9 thugs all ski mask black suited wit gloves Ready to imprint yo chest wit at least 9
index press a full clip (YO) Set up cones when I'm firing chrom I hittin ladies to old men in retirement homes Dail 9-1-1 runnin gun in the street dungeon
, dynamite, lead Money power respect, street cred, yeah It's scary ain't it? Picture yourself goin out as a hero {uhh} Picture mural pictures of us painted all over street
man After I heard about what the bitch did nigga, knew the hoe! Man I'm thirty years old nigga And that bitch was hoein when I was in 9th grades and shit
need J.M. motherfuckers J.M. motherfuckers 9 to 5 motherfuckers Verse One: Who shot ya? Seperate the weak from the ob-solete Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets
the time of their life, coppin a rush Yo I know sis, Dog, her name Lorraine She that thick brick house with the chocolate frame I went to school with her, 12th
they harder? They a motherfuckin LIAR! I touch the stage the crowd go crazy (AHHH!) The Devil raised me, you motherfuckers can't fade me Mr. 9th Ward
Block shit stay in the house when they set trippin' A hundred rounds hit niggas and wet women East side N9ne-double-o-five-N9ne Watts California I ain
shit) Did y'all see the shit? (Yeah we saw the shit) All agree that a shadow was crossin' the street Then immediately vanished we need a hit [Hook] [Verse 2: Tech N9
You gotta start with a hard ass kick and a snare (yea) Add some dope ass music around and a hard MC and you got [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] Every night, it
on thinkin marco polo for life when you're... (Chorus) (Verse 3) whats the paseo hah 49th street on 47th is gates and sons where Tech N9ne eats 39th