Finally found what I was searching for It was here all along Had to travel all around the world Just to find that there's nothing wrong Wasn't made up
me man. Krayzie, loco, insane, bang bang. Runnin with the pump pump, no bluffin We buck! Nigga better realize still claim Nineteen nine nine the nine nine
we strut as thugs we must doin our best to obey god violent in these times Got to do what you gotta do war till ninety-nine Slim nigga gotta get up and
ripping shit Taking off my shirt and breaking them sweats Tattoos all over my body 7 on the stomach, Skull on my chest, Nine millimetre in my pocket Ready to buck
Nine times out the dime it's a penny on the floor Same penny you walk around and ignore See I'm the penny that'll have the deal closed Turn that point nine
got, me nine to my side So me bust, flick, cause he don't give a fuck and me don't give a fuck And all my problems end with that BUCK BUCK [Snoop Doogy
Act II SCENE NINE A TOKEN OF MY EXTREME Arriving at L. Ron Hoover's modernistic office / cathedral / ware-house / condominium complex, Joe is greeted
street from the staples centers where they hack-a-shack Give the advance money back I am not have to rap Break Harry-O out tell him crack is back That's nine
(feat. Jim Jones, Snoop Dogg, Nas, T.I. & many others) [Jim Jones Intro] Uh huh... Jones, Dipset... Byrdgang, bitch You know what it is When you see
now we lampin, twelve room mansion Bitches get naked off "Get Money", "Player's Anthem" Don't forget, "One More Chance" and, my other hits, other shit
motherfuckin ass Keep it O.G. nigga, rewind and pass It's just another day and forty dozen, niggaz strugglin Is you hustlin, do you relate to drug smugglin? If so, grab a nine
(feat. Magoo) [Magoo] See, them other crews could not figure me It's the Mag and double-ooh, got that fat CD Buck a crystal, hit a nigga with my blunt
plan to get mine from the jump G-Dub hooked it up, so you know its gotta straight bump a typical day on the eastside a lot of gangstas buck mouths and
tellin who u might see up in lennox square i dont know about u but i miss the freaknic 'cause thats where my city use to be real sick people from other
deck I'm not the nigga you should step to like a sucker Walk up talkin' shit, you best to be a good ducker Your posse best to run from my gun Keep my nine off safety, and E holds the other
handcuffs As we strut as thugs We must doin' our best to obey god violent in these times Got to do what you gotta do war till ninety-nine Slim nigga gotta
