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1. _ Jon Doe
I make it on the humble, it's marvelous
Sippin fine wine and champagne
Smokin cannibis, poor folks don't understand this
Helicopter rides, first class airline flights
50 pairs of nike's, two gold mics
A spot in the hills to stash all my bills
Givin hookers chills, like ice water drippin down their back
I stack paper like flapjacks
Macks to protect what i earn
My pocket hold the safe combination
To the great paper chase, gettin money
I learned as a youth from a drug dealer with a gold tooth
I was the lookout on the project roof
A little shorty out to make somethin outta himself
Get the wealth put it on the shelf right next to the silver spoon
I never had growin up, what's luck?
I never met him, and if i met him, i wouldn't sweat him
I'd be out to get him, probably wet him, stick him up
Take his whole cash flow
What i gotta do to be jon doe?
Chorus (x2):
Jon doe, middle name money
Cream in abundance, thousands of hundreds
Cash rules, god's seek the twelve jewels
I get 40 below so call me jon doe
Everything i desire requires cream
This american dream is a nightmare in disguise
Nice guys finish last
No surprise, life is one big mean streak
I seek the fortune comes the coffin very often
So i gotta gets mine legal
Look out for my niggas with the root of all evil
Push comes to shove i rise above nonsense with material
Made it this long it's a miracle
Whip yourself into shape, get up and fight for yours
Die for yours, kill for yours, lie for yours
Put your paws on the money like the dog you are
Do it for your moon and your star
Cause life is a 3 ring circus and i aint no clown
I don't find nothin funny livin without money
Gimme the wetbacks the green, the cream, the gusto
Chorus 2x
See that greenback, got my name on it
Doggone it, i want it
All and then some, and love wet income like i love redrum
Everybody wan heaven, i wan dough 24/7
365 annual with the manual instructions
Directions for corruptions, what's your function?
Save the dumb shit for jim carrey, and the real love for mary
I go on and on like interest, 5% everyday
Gotta be payday, no time to slack
Keep the monkey off your back
Fight for your stack swing like a newjack
Why? cause life said so
Do what you gotta do to be jon doe
Chorus 2x
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2. _ 4 Chicken Wings And Rice
Verse one:
(nine)
Word life
Every day
Every single day
Same old thing nah mean
Just anther struggle trying to put food in your stomach
Keep a roof over your head
That's what it's all about (word up)
Get up in the morning and i take a bath
Count my cash and
Wash my ass and
Think about the days when i was broke
No joke
Lighting up cigarate butts just to get a toke
Starving marvin i need a meal
Putting salt and pepper on a banana peel
Use to put the s on skittles from 9 to 5
Do whatever i got to do to stay alive
30 cents away from a quater
Going to the store for a forty of water
Hungrier than jack
Dreaming of a big mac
Two all beef patties speacial sauce and all that
But i can rap
I'm going get mines and blow up fat
But the landlord don't want to here that
I'm 9 double m i'm going to be a star
He said pay your rent i don't care who you are
Disghusted and busted
Couldn't be trusted
Forget the hotdog all i had was the mustard
So much pain
So many tears
So many years
My pockets had rabbit ears
But now i'm paid
I got money to burn
You had your turn
Now it's my turn
To make mad ends
To spend with my friends
And to cruise in the benz with the hens
Now i can eat lobster
3 times a day and not care about the price
But i remember the 4 chicken wings and rice
(chorus)
How u snacking on 4 chicken rings see
How u snacking on 4 chicken rings 2x
Verse two:
(nine)
I want to stuff my pockets like a turkey
And hope that the record company don't jerk me
And work me like a prostitue
And keep my loot
Use and abuse me and make me want to shoot
I'm in it for the cash and the love not the fame
And i want proper reprenstation of my name
Checks on time
Royalties in affect
Don't bullshit me when it's time to collect
Life is a bitch and then u die
So i strive to stay alive and stay high
Sang a sad song
Now i sing redrum
So let the whole world know
Here i come
All work and no play makes jack rich
I figured it out with that what you want shit
My pockets got hit
No more 4 chicken wings
Strickly rings and things the pussy that brings
Kings on the thrones
Blessing microphones
Living in the castle dark mask got my back so
I know everything going to be alright
No more 4 chicken wings and rice alright
(chorus 4x)
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3. _ Know Introduction
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4. _ No Part A Me
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5. _ Warriors
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6. _ Make Or Take
(nine)
Man this world we live in
There's two to ways do everything
The right way and the wrong way,
Thens there's the short way and the long way.
But i'm goina do my thing the dark mask way.
I'm either goina make it or i'm goina take it.
(chorus)
I got to make something or i got to take something
Even if it comes down to hustling in public
I'm goina do whatever to avoid the stormy weather
Got my act together either make or take
(nine)
In the land of the free and the home of the brave
I still feel like a slave, my heart is dark like the bat cave
Don't cry... dry your eye...
We all goina die... but i'm goina die fly
In the race the great paper chase
Money's the only thing i'm goina let you throw in my face
Corrupt political officials
Speak the issues, and dis u, like used toliet tissue
I'm goina miss u when u fall into the flames it's the same games
With new names, and new gains, same pains, and blood stains
Propaganda, i want to smoke trees in a havanna, wearing a bandanna
At the coppa cabanna, swear to god i split a nigga like a banana
Over currencies or property aint no stoppin me
I'm building a monopoly now copy me, each one teach one
Lessons of making and taking erasing, faking, and snaking
Serious like a jamaican
And i bring home the bacon daily, really,
I never fake it, i got to make it, like it's sacred
Fuck around and i'm goina take it
(chorus 2x)
(nine)
My hand raps around dollar bills sends chills down my spine
Like cheap wine, so i gotta get mine,
All the time i rewind back to the day when i realized sometimes crime
Pays, there's 6 million ways to die but only one to live,
I need enough money to spend enough
Money to give cause i love my peeps and my peeps love me
And i refuse to see them living in proverty
I gotta be on point, i anoit myself savior with new flavor
Like craig with my third eye i cried
Shed tears in the mind for being blind
Only thing left for me now is crime or ryhme
(chorus 2x)
(nine)
I refuse to lose simular to chuck
Never bite the hand that feed u never bite the hand that buck (pow)
Now what! stuck in a maze with only one way out
Figure it out that's what life's about
Trail after trail, tribulation after tribulation
I want a black nation cause i'm sick of the plantation
No more picking cotton have you forgotten
We the kings and queens of the earth
Now rome in the rotten apple, drinking snapple
Trying to get a little capital, spend it like i'm crazy
That's what rap will do, you got to maintain
Make sense out of what's insane and stay on top of your game
Dont blame nobody but yourself for your lack of wealth
Times get hard get sneaky like a stealth
Make or take is the thesis
I want pieces of the pie gotta do or die
(chorus 2x)
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7. _ Uncivilized
Who cut ya?
Save the theatrics for the mattress.
Nine bring it raw dog style with no practice.
I mack this microphone like a hoe on the stroll.
In total control of the soul.
Any asshole can pull a gun the streets are full of fools
I met smarter younger brothers in jails than in schools.
Runnin his story about his glory, it bore me.
And his territory, it don't do nothin for me.
So fuck him and the horse that he's ridin
I'm barely survivin, losin my breath
Cause i'm drownin in sorrow.
I seen a lot of pain with these two eyes of mine.
That's why i write the rhymes that borderline on crime.
I gotta make somethin or i gotta take somethin.
Can't beat that...
Fuck versace and rolex, i can't eat that.
I need that green it seems to reign supreme.
By any means, pens and papers on triple beams.
Get rich schemes blow up in your face
None taste worse that a plan gone sour
Your power slippin thru your fingers like dimes and nickels.
We go pistols
U know where to shoot at, wherever the loot at.
I don't break the law the law breaks me.
I aint sittin around waitin for the devil to come and take me.
Don't shoot until u see the whites of they eyes
Anything less would be uncivilized
Chorus (x2)
You know... in a world full of lies and alibies
Some men die for a piece of the pie
It's uncivilized
So i strive to survive and keep my eyes on the prize
(so i try to stay hi stayin high of the lie (2))
Anything else is uncivilized
(it's keepin me from actin uncivilized (2))
I break the rules on my quest for the 12 jewels
Believe in delf' bring stacks and green packs
Need hats for jacks, camoflauge
At least 2 gatts for when skies are grey
Any day above ground is a good day, i'd say
The way kids play nowadays, no hands
They spray round my way
I'm feelin like ja day and i'm runnin outta sad songs
You fake, one mistake could leave u dead wrong
Roll with the king, whoever that is
See him in the corner of my eye
But he dissappears like cigarette smoke
In a cloud, then the rain comes, then the pain comes
X marks the spot, graffitti marks the slums
The chosen ones communicate with mathematics
The new tactics set me free from all the dramatics.
Keep it in my attic, that's where my brains at
Keep it in the closet, yeah but keep it black
Back up from the ropes if u can't float between notes
Ane memorize them quotes that i toke from buddha smoke
Hope ya brought your dictionary with ya
Cause if u get the words, then u get the picture
I hit ya because i love ya
You're my people and i put noone above ya
But if you're foul i bust ya
It's time to be totally disrespectful to saint ives
Part of the reason we're all uncivilized.
Chorus (x2)
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8. _ Lyin King
Verse one:
I heard your album and i don't believe a word of it
I think you're soft like that trick, mother hubbard
Fillin' the cupboard with gang goods
Like mother goose, who lived in a shoe;
Next door to your weak-ass crew.
Nine flew over the coocoo's nest
Took a worm from the mouth of a baby bird
I know you heard, as the world turns
8 million stories to tell, 7 and a half million lies
500 000 facts in doubt
Aaaarrgh!
Heard your album and i don't believe a word of it aaargh!
Tink you're soft like that trick, mother hubbard
Fillin' the cupboard with gang goods
Like mother goose, who lived in a shoe;
Next door to your weak-ass crew.
Nine flew over the coocoo's nest
Took a worm from the mouth of a baby bird
I know you heard, as the world turns
8 million stories to tell, 7 and a half million lies
500,000 facts in doubt
The well is almost dry, down to his last lie, why?
How many bodies you cancelled since your last video?
How many keys or dope did you flip in your rhyme flow?
Save it for david;
When you said it, never gave it a second thought
Fans bought the wolf ticket
Shitted on reality for fantasy produced *by tact*
Mr rough-records --
On a real island yo ass won't be whilin' and smilin'
Who's the character?
With gold records and life still harder than artica
Niggaz is backwards, step in a revolving door
I sold drugs and wanted to rap --
Now niggaz rap and wanna sell drugs
Dem celebreties wanna be thugs
But when them slugs start flyin'
And the beef comes they start crying (sample of a cry)
(i knew he was lying)
Wishing, hard-core gangstas turn into born again christians
Chorus:
Who da lying king talkin' about his diamond ring
Flipping keys killing all his enemies please
All you do is write rhymes
This fronting with yours is makin it harder for minez
You lying king.
Verse two:
No-body out there be mislead
So no-body out there be mislead
Stop lying y'all
Rappers be lying all the way to be bank gee! *that's cool?*
Describe luchiano alamensky. fantasies!
Female mcs even ryhme about flipping keys
Couldn't work a triple been, na mean?
It seems like keep it real
Means real bogus --
Real fake --
Outta focus when you wrote this
Half of the niggaz yelling blunts don't even smoke this
I hope this get through, if you heard it
I'll expose ya panties, by pulling your skirt up
Word up! i heard alotta stories
Alotta fake glories and unknown territories
It sounded a little fishy
Like red snapper, and trout
Niggaz is boneless, like filet
Soft enough to saute okay?
The sky is the limit:
Even i exaggerate when i create
But i don't perpertrate and illustrate
To sound great, cuz it's fake
I really will *make my take* and break ya neck in two
If you disrespect my crew
This is what i do, not physically
I'll break you with the one-two
Who the hell do you think you foolin'?
I see though you coming from the *bing*
I hate the lying king
No-body out there be mislead
So no-body out there be mislead
No-body out there be mislead
Stop lying y'all
Chorus x 2
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9. _ Tha Product
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10. _ We Play 4 Keeps
Now the streets i run
Is the streets i'm from
And the streets you run
Is the streets you from
And this is for the borough
Verse 1:
I roam in the jungle and rumble with thugs and hoods that rob for goods
Weed smokers and murderers and relations
My daily operation caucasions hit me wit persuasions
Be all you can be, fuck that
Be on the block, sell rocks, stay strapped
Ready to cock back and blast for my respect
Never neglect and watch out for my tech
I got trouble, mad trouble
I drink too much, that's when i don't give a fuck who i buck
I get sideways and take it to the highways
Killin' liars twistin' niggers like pliars
Day to day strugglein' jugglein'
Wonderin' where the next meal comin from
Never happen, nay mean
I'm playin' for keeps that means i'm keepin' my cream
We play for keeps
Me and my peeps we run these streets
We play for keeps
Don't sleep when we creep
Lose your head piece chief
Bring beef lose teeth
We play for keeps x2
Verse 2:
Brand new apparrel on my ass on the regular
Skypager new ride equipped wit a cellular
Big ass piece of the pie till i die
Play for keeps no lie, wonderin' why
Niggas aint got no opportunity
Niggas aint got no fuckin unity
Every man for himself and kill a man wit the ball
Drink a little hennesy and go a-wall
Fuck the bullshit, glock shots spit where i rest at
Got me asking niggers where you buy that vest at
Leave my front door like i'm ready for war
I'm ready to die sometimes, i can't take it no more
My mantality is twisted
I'm forever blunted forever wishin' to get lifted and splifted
I love these streets
That's why a nigga like nine play for keeps
We play for keeps
Me and my peeps we run these streets
We play for keeps
Don't sleep when we creep
Lose your head piece chief
Bring beef lose teeth
We play for keeps x2
Verse 3:
Dark mass forever until the day i'm gone
I'm gonna put in on my people
Save it for the sequel, the root of all evil
Is fillin' up my pocket makin' me lethal
Only the good die young so i'm bad as fuck
Pass the buck and be shit out of luck
Niggas know the routine, we got it down pat
You ain't getting jack if your pocket ain't fat
So phat out the realness, you could feel this
Goin' insane me can't deal wit diss
I'm under pressure
The ghetto got my mind in a daze
Duckin' strays, knowin' that crime pays
Always and forever picture perfect
Not the mona lisa, cuttin' up niggas like pizza
In slices devices of war make me hardcore
Over rough beats i play for keeps
We play for keeps
Me and my peeps we run these streets
We play for keeps
Don't sleep when we creep
Lose your head piece chief
Bring beef lose teeth
We play for keeps x2
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11. _ Richman Poorman (act One)
(chorus)2x
I use to be a richman
(now i'm poorman)
I use to be a poorman
(now i'm rich)
Because when i was a richman
(i steped in the quick sand)
Now i'm a poorman
(ain't that a bitch)
Verse one: nine, 3rd eye
Ayo what's up man
Strap on your vest
And meet me on the grand concourse
We about to set it off
Yea who's the victim tonight
Is he black or is he white
Nine:you know i can give a fuck son
Green is what i like
[3rd eye]
Alright
I'll meet you around midnight
I'm down to greed
Matter of fact i'm lacing up my boots right now
You know how we living and i ain't giving a fuck
I'm out of luck and if i got to buck somebody
Then what ever son
[nine]
We in this shit together
Word
We ain't got a pot to piss in
I'm sick of eating chicken
It's finger licking
We on a mission
Because my paradise ain't nice
My advice is lets pull a heist
My pockets ain't nice
I need green
[3rd eye]
I'm tired of being stuck between a rock and a hard place
Now it's time for me to taste a piece of the pie
I ain't trying to die broke
You know what i'm saying nine
I'm goina go for mines even if it means i got to do crime
I'm goina find the way to get the kind of loot
I need to be all that i can be and then some
Understand
And do what it takes for me to be a richman
(chorus)
Verse two:
I'm telling you right now don't move a muscle
Got my finger on the trigger
I'm mad upset
Don't make me have to smoke a nigga west
Hurry the fuck up pack the loot
One minute and counting and then we got to move to situation 22
[3rd eye]
Yo bitch put that cash in the bag and make it fast
Get that finger off the button before i buck that ass
Grabed up the manager smacked him in the face open up the safe
(77779311 is the combination
Act like you know it's time to pay the black nation)
Now i got the loot time to jet
Anybody make a move and they getting wet
Step to the door headed for the get away
Now we on the high way richer than a motherfucker
Heading for the airport
Hope we don't get caught
Because we ain't going out like that
We one the road to riches and we ain't looking back black
Chorus 2x
(cop 1) (cop 2)
Freeze motherfucker
Hands, hands, let me see hands
Get out of the car
Shut the fucking car off
Get out and eat some fucking dirt
Get on the fucking ground
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