I walk in I hear the record player The kids are playing video games and counting clouds This room looks hungry because we all inhale The remedy, the
Here's a token Ramp is smokin I'm no joke and I leave your face broken This is survival of the fittest Get wit us All you critics and bullshitters My nine
Vodka before this pimp will hit It's street justice, now it's six hole in your casket Give me a high five and I'll put that nine lower than your esophagus
pillow, or better yet a mattress You can't match this style or attack this While I'm telling you, write on schedule Fuck with K-R-S and I'll bury you
crud on a dildo For real though Bram bisque gets bust and break a baller for his billfold Better beware boy before the shoddy make ya body prostrate Huh Before
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
a gangsta, a bitch is a bitch Change up and switch fuck around and then snitch Walk, gangstas just walkin' Talking that gangsta talk with that gangsta walk Count the homies off by the tens, and
ve got the whole place surrounded. Neighbors are dialing the nine and the one, one. Now is the time to talk it over. Been here before- Be here again. Feed it and
shit but my strife and my game and my life and all thems is just hand downs from my granddaddy lidvens for them whose black folks ever came to here to steal and
me (Man can only rape his mother for so long) One nine nine nine (what yeah) Gotta get a grip on come on What's this fuckin' world coming to? Run
(Man can only rape his mother for so long) One nine nine nine (what yeah) Gotta get a grip on come on What's this fuckin' world coming to? Run
now what it feel like? Looking like some TV shit, but this is real life Fuck, we got pies to slice, jewels to ice Feel the wrath of this Clipse shit, lose your life
, And while the meek obey to repeat defeat. (Mother nature releases). Come suffer with me! (repeated 3x). Fred: One-nine, nine-nine (what, yeah!)
