Lyrics:
go home!" is an order, so you must use the ...?
(lifts Brian by his hairs)
B: The ... imperative.
C: Which is?
B: Ahm, oh, oh, "I", "I"!
C: How many
Yo
(Uh huh)
Yeah, (ay yo), yeah
Chamber Music, fuckin' the party up in (yo)
Come on! You know what it is
(Thou must bust shots all the time,
what you want, use your nine nine
Use your nine nine
Use your nine nine
In any games you play, use your nine
Use your nine nine
Use your nine nine
In
claim that ass real soon
I got authority, tonight I want to party
I can tell by the way you move that you ain't no minority
Come to my chambers and show
they've lost
nine today.
CUSTOMER: Well, when is your next round?
MORTICIAN: Thursday.
DEAD PERSON: I think I'll go for a walk.
CUSTOMER: You're not
to listen to Anita Baker sing
I'm My momma use to be like that's my baby
I'm caught up in the rapture of love
For my Yah for my God YHWH
I love you Lord
It
Number nine will put you on the spot
Number nine will tie you up in a knot
When you're tryin' multiplying by nine
You might give it everything
the 9 respect the 9
If you live by the 9 well then you die by the 9
If you live by the 9 we'll then you die by the line
Yea there ain't no safety for
Go on, remember that shit you was kickin' off
Peace to my motherfuckin' nine
Yeah I remember that old shit
So are you gonna kick some of that
Turn on, tune in, and make it go
This land of ones and zeros
It grows too fast to know exactly when
It swallowed you whole
Plug in, zone out, give up
a new day dawning.
Now the princess is their everything.
A procession to the chambers where they kiss their fathers
ring.
Can you hear the angel
Spit flavor from those head up the 36 chambers
I'm about to bring this nigga danger
He was illucive an uncle tom carry a nuciance
Strong and spiritually
mothefucker
Shouts fire outside uhhh
You and ya guys could die
Up in this motherfucker
Young southern motherfucker Weezy baby
Slash raw tune not a cartoon send
doin' you cannot compare to my mystic style
I'm creepin' up on these hoes with the motherfuckin' shotgun
A nigga wit the nines showin' these bitches
, BA-BY, BA-BY (yeah, a-just use me up)
BA-BY, ah hah well oh
(Peace out for '92, in the nine-tres)
16th Chamber, temple number five
Somebody said it's on
If it is then I'll be set
To blow a nigga up
With my Five Fingers of Death
I bring it
Yeah, you T P nigga, come on! K L see nigga, come on! Holla!
I done tightened up on my G dog
Wacko outcher flippin' these hoes like see saws
Ya
this
Specialist
Black
Testing this will get ya necklace jacked
And named scratched up off my guestlist party freak
You the type of nigga that'll hardly
Holes wit' tampons, i'm serious
I've been plugged in like a landline
And I throw up my hands you
Just throwin' up hand signs
When the hand 9 by the Jimmy
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
but a bitch on the tour bus
Pour piss on you, leave you stuck with four months
My head fucked up, I'm off my clean streak
Don't make me pick
sword plus the Abbot in the chamber, nine in the clip
At the gatherin, we left you staggerin, yo it had to been
Hot Nickel, who broke bread,
sword plus the Abbot in the chamber, nine in the clip
At the gatherin, we left you staggerin, yo it had to been
Hot Nickel, who broke bread,
torso and leave you despaired
Slash you up, grizzly bear
On your breath, you say a prayer
Leave your life in fucking tatters till you're finished by
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