Lyrics:
women
Bringin' in ten G's minimum to
Condos with elevators in 'em
Vehicles with televisions in 'em
Watch they entourage turn yours
To just mirages
they flap, they move mountains
I leap on your back, like a wild fucking monkey
Eyes are blood shot read, with a growling tummy
Beat your fucking back
think it's special
What's behind your back?
So turn around and I'll pick up the slack
Dirty babe you see these shackles
Baby I'm your slave
I'll let you
think it's special
What's behind your back?
So turn around and I'll pick up the slack
Dirty babe you see these shackles
Baby I'm your slave
I'll let you
and my guys go from system to system
I can't explain!
Back in Kamino, posted up in the rain
Combine me and Tech, that's the greatest brain
Got Wrecker
After you do that I shoot
You with the 9 spout
Pull the 9 out, pull your spines out
Holes in your car it could
Be hard to climb out
Me and Yayo spin
The Tungsten King summoned me to his chambers
"Hey, hey Bones McCool, what's up dude
Uh
I'm getting together a discotheque
Um but we're gonna call it
shanked and spanked and alley-ooped
I admire true niggas like Dre and Snoop
Chamber number 9, verse 32
Only speaks about Brooklyn Zoo
That a true
number 9, verse 32
Only speaks about BROOKLYN ZOO
That a true nigga shall come through
No-one is available to be compatible
This is chamber
back
Bring the marty to your face wit' no place to run back
I'm from the slums that created the bass that thump back
This ain't a game clown, play ya
warm
Hasn't seen it happen since the day she was born
Reaching down for glasses that just can't be found
By the time she finds them, why they're down
a casket nap
Cass' can rap, you can't compare him to me
I'm ya savior
It's like scripture when they
Hear it from me i snap back
(snapback) so cats in this
the way you rolled that
The tables are turning so stop checking your Rolex
You gotta be patient, you can't be rushing roulette
I put one in the chamber, but
in red bottoms
Great weed, nice homes, bread proper
Tec nine, one chamber, top shotta
Bentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopter
Born broke, real
the
Building turn them sprinklers on again
I leave your whole clique wet
Thought we died but now I'm in the born again
Swing my nine again, I ain't finished yet
smoke again
Ayo, who's that, it's Lil EZ
Back from the dead, eggs over easy all over his head
I can cook you an omelette and shove it down your throat
comin
Then bring it back, with another stack, of raps to blow your back out
How many of why'all want to go for yours I keep my dogs in the crackhouse
to their fate. One by one they
were thrown into the assimilation chamber where a
blinding blue spark gave evidence of their demise.
With each burst
shoes)
(You can't walk in my shoes, in my shoes)
Look, my era sold crack, making hundreds fold back
I moved it by the half brick while y'all was selling
ain't before
Back me up y'all
Gon have to call the K-9 unit to
Come and get my dawgs off of y'all
Call the K-9 unit
You can't stop me no
Call the K-9 unit
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
from the law
With guns stuffed in our drawers
And all my chambers revolve 'cause
I can't risk gettin' caught
I got too much on my plate
I think a better
for the better
Forgetting your name
Fuck being remembered
Feeling interstellar
Still cant find my center
May end my endeavors
Tourmaline for the temper
Yo AZ
Where you at man
He's gotta be upstairs
AZ, man, where you at
You can't spend all your money here
It's the last bet
Are you sure you want
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