Nine]

I waste MC's like time

who wanna know the incredible original Nine

Burnin MC's at degrees of five hundred farenheit

Drop em back to celsius lord help me it's insane

Pop like tops on 40 o z's

Make cheese while you sweat me for the proceeds

I survived cause I strived

then I cock back my fist and PUNCH out ya insides

Who's left cause Nine got rights

I squeeze tecs like spandex mad tight (right right)

One on one, don't you make me buck you with my gun, baby

I'm tired of playing all these games

It seems like I-yah can't get time out anymore

My name is Nine and your name is mud

When I come down, I-yah haffa come down raw

Just say, ohh, ohh, listen to the Nine my style is fat

Just say, no, no, sucker MC's know they rhymes are wack

Just say, oh take your best shot, lemme see whatcha got

Ain't got a lot, run from red dot, spot like cop

Oh lord, I got the drop, shot the blood claat

Non-stop, pop pop pop pop goes the gat

Still fat, still black

I still rap, and yo' ass is stilL WACK

Who's that nigga with the booyaka?

It's the one and only Nine and I'm doin ya

Weeded daily, always pack a half ounce G

Put springs in your boots and still can't outbounce me

(Check one check two check tree)

Check as many as you want, but come check me, N-I-N-E



Chorus: Nine (repeat 2X)



Oh God I got Da Fundamentalz

Nine'll grab the mic and rip up a instrumental

Oh God I got Da Fundamentalz

Nine'll grab the mic and rip up a instrumental



[Nine]

Rock, the body body, rock the body body

Nine wants a hottie that treats me like I'm daddy daddy

The format I use, steps on blue suede shoes

I guzzle brews then mic check ONE TWO

I shake and bake the world, rearrange

like the chemical jheri curl, drink til I earl

*throws up* Excuse me, where was I? Stay fly

Never ran, never will, do or die

Chocolate thai got me lifted

No mistake, hit like a earthquake, son I'm gifted

N-I-N-E, came up in lights

I rock mics, down with street fights and chalice pipes

Niggaz know my steelo I'm 40 Below

Deep flow, act like you fuckin know

Infrared beams, baggy jeans, mic screens

Caffeine and nicotine makes me fiend I'm mean like Joe Greene

Down with a team, on point like the damn laser beam

It ain't no fuckin dream

I pull styles out my ass like doodoo (SHIT)

Nine makes MC's quick quick flick the Bic to the izz

Light, pull smoke, blow it in your area

with jaws, like a pitbull terrier

I attack instrumentals with Fundamentalz

off the head, no pen, no paper, no pencils

With the device I'm nice, if the price is right

I tear the motherfucker up all night

Bomb diddy bomb ba dang a dang

I got slang like Wu-Tang not many can hang



Chorus



[Nine]

For those who are unaware

This is another Fed Production warning

to all wack, sucker ass, punk ass crews

And all you industry niggaz who was sleeping

Now's your wake-up call, punk..



Bob Lewis, Nine, Tony Stoute, Al Blount

The crew, is in effect

You cannot stop this

Protect your fuckin neck