featuring Dru Down, Richie Rich

*(Yukmouth & Knumskull talking)*

Nigga, what's hap'nin?

Who we got in here?

Nigga, ain't this the last album.

Fuck that. We got Richie Rich, Dru Down, (you know!) Yukmouth,

Knumskull, we bout to do this shit man. Fo the 9-Fever, check it out.

*(Chorus- Yuk & Richie)*

Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.

T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.

Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.

T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Yukmouth let me

hear ya.

Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*

Well it's the one of the mill nigga

the Vill niggaz, that spill niggaz guts to the fullest

fill niggaz up wit bullets

kill niggaz, Yuk don't bullshit

an I pull licks if I have to, no laughter

or chit-chat I juss clack my shit back an then I blast ya

when it's the wig split

come wit big shit fo the 9-Feva-roo

cuz ya fuckin either two

of yo baby ma'mas

got em on camera

doin a tootsie roll wit a hammer up her coochie hole, an a 40 up her

bootsy hole

fo sho, I pimp nights like Gladis

niggaz better knock on wood like havock, when I'm in yo hood wit an

automatic

so crack ends, givin me jaw, I be call fuckin around wit mo ups & downs

then a see-saw

sometimes I feel like I'm broke, sometimes I'm shot calla

who got all the bitches lost in the motions like Pala

balla than shisty, mo betta blues then Spike Lee

might be off the 40 cuz I'm OG like Ice-T

ya dig?

Verse 2 *(Richie Rich)*

Smoke hoes, an coke hoes, are sumpthin like the s