Whutcha Want?

Verse One:

I gets banned if I do gets banned if I don't

So sometimes I will and sometimes I won't

Puff mad stick crack a forty down the back

Sit fat and relax and plan my attack

Not the one to test I posess mad finesse

My buddha was blessed one bird in the nest

Chills with my peeps steady bouncing in jeeps

on the New York streets hittin urban concrete

I'm the man untestable with the extraterrestrial flow

Fo'-fifty-fix celo, pop the top off the forty ounce bottle

I'm not the one to follow, I'm not the role model

Hollow tips in my clips money grip and my Glock

only spits when I react to the bullshit

So give me room to breathe and get up off DEEZ

And save the confessions for JEESuz

Plus I don't need to hear no sorrow

Eff it, the sun will still come out tomorrow

Long as I'm breathing, needing, even like Steven

Achieving, gettin some cheese and

representin lovely, Boogie Down Bronx major

with the project flavor, I made ya, daze ya

My behavior is mad ill if you front

You know what I want!

Chorus:

(Whutcha want Nine?) Fat beats for my rides

(So whutcha want Nine?) Mad clips for my nines

(So whutcha want Nine?) A ill posse

and my name up in lights, N-I-N-E

Verse Two:

I'ma let you know how I feel on the real

I pack steel it's like a jungle makes me wonder where my eel is

Hits the bricks skips the dog shit complete in my cipher

Temper like Rowdy Rowdy Piper, hyper like a viper

I'ma strike if I got it goin for the jugular

Stretch you like a copper

Stoppah, stoppah, but you can't stop me

Just clock me, just watch me blow up the spot G

Came a long way from, back in the da