Paroles:
Tech Nine Beef

a man's demise And whoever he stands beside, hit him where he can't survive Throw the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing Nine shot, pop a clip

does what it does cause we do what we do, let's go [Verse 1: Celph Titled] Smash ya, keep a tech 9 in my dresser Lyrical professor, keep you under pressure

from blastin, techs on blocks Went from Seiko to Rolex, ownin acres From the projects with no chips, to large cake dough Dimes, givin fellatio, siete zeros Bet my nine

one soul (Proof: Fo' sho') [J-Hill] Five ways, six days, seven plus [J-Hill] AK we could let the nine spray (Proof: Ten jewels) [Verse 2: Proof] (Nine by nine

backwards Says doowylloh Force feed me a Sumo For about nine weeks Playing Club Nuevo Till he's blue Though Then stuff him in the front seat of a Yugo Body filled with beef

too large and we way too fresh Work well wit Nines AK's and Techs And quick to check a lame like a game of chess You want beef you can bring ya best and

open Push your seat back, just flow... That's how we doin it Bound by honest sword take over the set; rap from here to Que-bec Throw up the tech, crash

fire where I learned to ball Uptown is the place where I lay my dome On the streets of the Bronx where my family roam Hoe, damn it, we home, Peter got a nine

to me, muthafucka) Yo, it's New Year's son (fuck ya'll niggaz, this ain't no Yo, Ghostface, my gold is fifty hundred, I want my money) NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN