[Nine]

Ta rasss who you think you playin with?

It's the Nine and I'm on some old word to Jah type shit

Flavor spits from the larynx check CD's

cassettes brings checks up in my rest

Mirror mirror sit 'pon wall!

Who comes down with true wicked yes y'all!

Membranes them haffa ? from egg

Still I'm full of lead I ah leave nuff man dead

I possess finesse wear vest 'pon chest

Pack glock in waist for whoeva won test

Six million ways to die - chose one!

Razor blade, cyanide, and de one shotgun

Just to name a few, I-ah mash up your crew

Here it comes, microphone check, ONE TWO!

We can get wicked whether night or day

Nine, Nine, come out and play!

Chorus: repeat 2X

Ta rasss! All I need is Power-U

The mic, crazy cash, a twist, and a brew

Ta rasss! All I need is Power-U

The mic, crazy cash, a twist, and a brew

[Nine]

I get high like fuckin helicopters

And when I get home I peel off my silk boxers

Wash my nuts, scratch my ass, what the fuck is up?

Check the cash in the stash

MC's are fleas, to Nine

I make cheese like thieves, nigga please!

Open Sesame, don't test me

I'll shove my balls in your mouth, you look like Dizzy Gillespie

For those who wave they arm, I'ma hack it off

with the weed whacker, and then back smack ya, carjack ya

Run you down with a tractor!

You a actor, tryin to play my part with no fuckin heart

You the tin man... nigga!

Go see The Wizard of Oz or kick the can

Damn, now I am the man the only man

with a sound that pounds like gunshots in weed spots

The only thing she gettin is big.. cock..

When I push and I push in that wet.. spot..

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