Paroles:
Nine Days Wonderful

ve always been Why don't I let my self love her like I should She's wonderful to you she's wonderful to me So why cant I believe she's wonderful with

', To the laws on the topic of the daily discussion Blood pumpin and rushin I gotta struggle to survive I be rappin but I cant do it a nine to five, long

I got bigger Motherfucking bombs mo' skits with a trigga Shoots gun missiles, dropping a bomb Chucking hand grenades, C4's explode When I be sleeping on the same bench, for nine days

fly - and all my motherfuckers/nigga can die [repeat 2X] [Khadafi] Back in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers Nine-six for glocks cause fiends

he need his nine, cause times, they ain't what they used to be Ain't a penitentiary built big enough for me and my niggaz on the streets, man listen Cause these ain't the old days

Sold my first five quarter gram pieces in the alley Where Bizzy had the Bondeville and Kev had the Caddy Now those were the days, when crime really paid The nine

blades Put the slice and let nice and easy humble days On out, over, well known Casanova Can I put on an army, quick to take it over Nine on my niggas

forever. Oh, and when you held my hand, i knew that it was now or never. Those were the best days of my life. Back in the summer of sixty nine Man,

Count Down. [Chorus:] Ten, So Many Reasons Why I Stick With You Nine And My Body Adore You Cause Of The Things You Do Eight, I Want You Here With Me, Seven Days