my hits, writin' my hits Writin' my rhymes, playin' my mind This fuckin' job can't help him So I quit, y'all welcome Y'all don't know my struggle Y'all
smirks I grab a gun and blow off his grin I spend my days inhaling in the sun rays Thirsty youth in my hood just escape the gun blaze No more church on
hop's forever Kept my radio on 98 or BLS Had a pre-pubescent lyric gift but niggaz never hear me spit My little brother tried to warn 'em, I was a tornado
, my, word! There's nothing in the world that I won't do I'll give my world to you, if you want me to I'll do, anything That's, my, word! O.D.'n
m just a bro'! Not New Jack or Joe And Freedom or Death, this means I'm going for broke It means my life is my death My attitude should reflect I met
sold For a pack of cigarettes and a Tootsie Roll My heart was poundin, my blood was cold But bein a fag wasn't in my soul I dropped my lock in a sock
use her like a toilet They usually want a baller and the young nigga ballin Mike Jordan, pardon my swag Even my father rich as fuck and all my brothers
use her like a toilet They usually want a baller and the young nigga balling Mike Jordan, pardon my swaggie But my father rich as fuck and all my brothers
the shook ones For the riders, not the hook ones Immaculate conception, like a black Madonna in mangers My crew consist of millionaires, failures, and gangbangers Say my
new toys Like pistols, I dismiss crews, so order some new boys Blast the funky buddha's lockin ash up in my body For Fozzy Patsi I bring Sad Days to niggaz
ninjas Nines crowns verses your nine towns Run up with nine 9's, brown down, get to lyin' you down [Chorus: sampled singer {U-God} (Raekwon)] One of these days
: [Inspectah Deck] Yo, this goes for all my brothers and sisters locked down For all my peoples incarcerated, for those who ain't make it Yo, in the
havin to rock knots Runnin up in spots and makin shit hot I'd rather flip shows instead of those Hangin on my living room wall My first joint, and it
they sellin' niggaz, CD's for under a dime? If it's all love daddy why you come wit' your nine? Why my niggaz ain't get that cake? Why is a brother
water But I ain't gonna jump in, no, no I'll just be lookin' for my maker And I hear that that's where she's been? Oh, out of nine lives, I spent seven
to sweat Hittin' somersaults without the net But this'll be the year that we won't forget One, Nine, Nine, Nine Anno Domini Anything goes Be what you
Whether it's workin' a nine to five Or ridin' the hustle I gotta get mine, bottom line Most of my time I'm out here puttin' in work For all of my days
remember days back when a Brotha was hustling and robbing too I don't tossed the biretta now, on a whole 'nother level now But still I can?t enjoy my fame Unless my
