nine] hit em like dis, hit em like dat Hit em wit da real, let em know how you feel [frog] hit em like dis - ribbit, hit em like dat - ribbit Hit em wit
Traduction: Neuf. Hit Em Like Dis.
You fiction like Terminator My nation eliminata Under...estimater Stomp 'em to the pavement with some Air Force One gators (Bitch!) I pay 'em no mind, I show 'em my nine
walk they knew the hood talk It's in the air of New York So everybody'll pick em up, kissin em up Treatin' them like they own, in dis hood we call home
shit nigguh Big bread bread like a picnic nigguh Shake da whole game like a hit stick nigguh Money spread like germs get sick nigguh Yeaa & fuck dem otha nigguhs one nine
our territory again I pull up at the light like a superstar An automatic weapon cold sprayed my car I hit the accellerater scared as shit I drove one block to find my brother was hit
: Cum at the same time With you, hit you, with you, with you, with you Thick up inside you, gristle (ooh) That's eight and half to nine in ya Gushy like
got em ya'll switch it up I got a nine cove tightly So u betta do da right thing Dey ain't like spitely So u so u betta do da right thing Dey ain't like
Flow like dis, never broke but flow for the dough like this Never been a nigga that you know like dis Cold like dis, but ah, it's just me and D-Mo like dis
do. Suprise niggas. Luda! Part two my speakers fine like wine. Tryin' tell me turn 'em down? You out yo mothafuckin' mind. Four fifteens, enough to make duh glass break. I hit
Elmer and you Daffy like the Loony cartoon But this ain't no cartoon, my bullets clear out the room I said, "Boy, try to learn the fundamentals here, son" Like
niggas wit no chips And the flow runs like the Mississippi River And your hoe comes, ya bitch hear me when I whisper Silence all guns hit 'em fo-fo-for dey hit
the crime gon' stick 'em up My uhh went twice (Uhh, uhh) And ended with nine, get 'em Make 'em say, uhh (Uhh!) Na, nah, na, nah (Na, nah, na, nah) Make 'em
Daffy like the Looney cartoon But this ain't no cartoon My bullets clear out the room I said "Boy, try to learn the fundamentals here, son." Like that
pass the nine Don't be a weak muthafucka, get your brain on strap Hit the blunt one more time 'fore we hit the gat Got to dis 'em, food on my plate,
nonsense like it's all good? Tryin to dis a whole coast, can't even go to your own hood I should get ya, but I'm a chill and let the rhyme hit ya Keep
em in the trunk lock em in trunk real fast you'll be flying {Crunchy Black} we bout to ride on these fools cock these nines on these fools (x2) {DJ
marijuana, snake bite, anaconda A man of honor would wanna match my persona Sometimes rhymin' I blow my own mind like Nirvana Comma and go the whole nine like
