Nine

Nine - Famaldahyde lyrics

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Get a fist to your esophogus
 Hook you like fish  throw you in a dish
 Blow you up like a cyst  drop you in the abyss
 Blast you like Kris (What's this?)
 Another wannabe and never gonna be  you ain't N I N E
 That's me  original lyrical spiritual omen
 The one and only incredible MC
 When you drop a D on the two three I be
 Smoking life like L's  raising hell
 Ringing bells like principals, planning invicible syllables
 Lyrical, yes I am, spit shit like a grit, foul like ham
 Damn, who the man, you the man, I'm the man
 With 50 grand in his motherfucking hand
 Live like Onyx, butter like Redman, the blue bonnet
 Puff chronic, with strictly platonic friends
 In a Benz, chickenhead hens ready to bend
 Cause I got a 100,000 tens
 Who packs the choice, who puffs the lye?
 Who fucks it up? Who makes your girlfriend cry "ahhh"
 N-I-N-E, M-E to a crew, what you gonna do?

 "I am truthful to the following: N-word, MD
 When I speak, I say only that which is true indeed."

 Silly-ass niggas don't hit me (beyatch)
 When I came out the pussy, I brought the whole stomach with me
 N-I-N-E the live smoker
 Wrap it around your neck like a diamond gold choker
 Like Yoda, with force of course the poison Christ
 Nigga violent, see the brown paper bag, he silent
 I'm wild like Boba Fett, I'm semi-automatic
 Cruise around with El Diablo, crazy hispanic
 Wu-Tang, Tang, I'me the one that slept all night with your honeybun
 Pull my gun when necessary, situation hairy
 I'll flip the redrum, you bloody mary
 When I was born, came feet first
 It ain't hard to tell, born to make the pussies hurt
 Pussy make the world go round
 In circles, I'm walking on niggas like Herschel

 How many MC's must get shot?
 Nine will open you up like a new weed spot
 Hip-hop runs through me like blood, your name is still mud
 I'm still paid like Elmer J Fudd
 With the mansion, yaught, new glock, the remote control boom box
 The pocket that blew up like rockets
 All sucker MC's I'm daring 'em
 Nine will hang your clothes up while you're still wearing them
 N-I-N-E I wreck shit
 That's E-N-I-N just in case you're dyslexic, did you check it?
 Stupid ass, you ain't fly
 Half-man, half-woman, what's your name, Jasmine Guy?
 I got mad chrome
 Fuck standing next to you, niggas won't talk to you on the phone
 No life so act trife, I'm hype I'm hype
 I'll beat your ass like Lionel Richie's wife at night
 I rip stages in many different cities
 Don't step up, I squeeze triggers like titties
 Who's naughty, who's nice? With the device
 I'm so cheap with loot, I use my fucking bullet twice
 I fill you with infection, there's no protection
 Of the injection into your C-section
 Plead nigga, plead nigga, plead nigga
 Before you die, PASS THAT WEED NIGGA
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