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