Merry fucking Christmas don't diss this lyracist on pissed 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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