Lyrics:
what I've done
Talk about bitches an hoes cuz I know some
I ain't talkin to all women but a bitch is a bitch
If ya call yourself a women you ain't
I'll make it look so effortless
When everything is said and done
And settled in
My victory is definite
The evidence is evident
You my fucking son
But you
2/9/93
A baby being brought
To life
Innocent unaware of
How hard he'd have to fight
living here
We'll view
How well he'll heal
When he's wounded
By
all my players old, I was gettin' chose
Hoes look the fuck all in the dark when she suck my dick up at the car park
Now she amazed by the way I top up
Sometimes I got away clean, sometimes people got hurt
But if you know me, you know that I'm liable
to bust a cap 'cause it's all about survival
a decade
We been blazing, y'all wasn't ready for the PD invasion
Caught you off guard, got bitches, got cars
Healin' war scars, puff smoke out of the jar
by the 9
Fuck the dumb shit, I run this, a whole life of crime
Ain't never had shit, but always had my pistol, bitch
187, don't make me whistle, bitch
work like appliances
Dealin' in my cypher I revolve around sciences
The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway
You try to flee but you got
the shell
Catching cruise thought
I'll win it but I'm playing myself
I've been rolling over dirty
Water I'm on my peek
Wearing smiles all the time
And I
the work, got COD for da work
Lockin him in if he tryna spend 3 for da purp pop dis shit by the P for da dirt
im grindin ridin all of dis cho wit me zo wit me
that keeps repeating
Who can say how far you will fall?
Now you've heard tell of Android Hell
But you've got naught to fear
We all live in her chambers
that bullet and chamber meet
(Yuh)
I'll cross a Nigga out before he cross out me
(Slime)
Too many niggas claim dey snakes
But dey ain't really slime
Growing up, I was a youngin' Tryna get paid Sticks by my side, But I ain't scared to throw
Fades A nigga started from the Bottom, now he all
Made He
you can’t walk away
From the dreams that you may have
But when that dream has done you bad
It’s too late
Maybe you should walk away
Just keep all those
Give em all you got
But it's never enough
They want more more more
But it's never enough
Think you got what you got
But it's never enough
They want
in the morning I'm out ere till the day is done
9 am in the morning I'm out ere till the war is done
Hop out the bed like D C B A 5 4 3 2 1
Hop out
kill ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga
Yeah, I done told you niggas
Nine or ten times stop fucking with me
I
kill ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga
Yeah, I done told you niggas
Nine or ten times stop fucking with me
I
come, Your will be done
To renew hearts with ancient love
Oh and You can have it all, can have it all
I give these hands to freely build
A holy house Your
dropped to the floor
'Cause (hip hop is in a state of 9-1-1)
Took a step off my holster 'cause shit it's gettin' serious
All theses drugs you be
the one and only
Naughty By Nature, I Do My Dirt All By My Lonely
Ask Pretty Tony, when I got a bitch I keeps a bitch
36 Chambers, Enter at your own risk
way up by hard work
I ain't ever got no where, but I got there by hard work
Work of the hardest kind I been down and I been out
I been disgusted I been
infer beams
You know what I mean
Fully automatic things light up the scene
And break ham like Carl Lewis
Nothin but gun smoke is all ya smell
Niggaz lying
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
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