Nine Livez

[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..
How she like it? how she like it? she like it a lot
Cause i'm thick and i hit that g.. spot..

Chorus

[nine]
I got cash, crazy cash, i stash hash
In the crack of my ass, then i dash, quick fast
I blast, mc's don't last, i move fast
Like cigarette ash, they drop, on the grass, through the glass
I see, asses i must pass, then i crash and cut
Like grandmaster flash at early mass!
The monster mash bump uglies like car crash
I'm like, everlast, _jump around_ when i *bust* that ass
Laugh last, laugh best, who you won test?
I'll make a mess on your girlfriend's dress
Then bless the buddha, put away the sixteen shot shooter
Cause i ain't new ta, who da?
Hell is gonna question the _redrum_ master himself
Yeah, i blow ta rasss off the top shelf

Ta rasss.. all respect goes out
To krs-one, primo, ralph mcdaniels, sluggy ranks
Redman, method man, ill al skratch
Tha alkaholiks - j-ro, my nigga!
And that's how i'ma leave you on this note right here
If you frontin, on the n-i-n-e
I bring ta rasss.. mad noise, and let you recognize!
It's my turn now! (ta rasss)
Ta rasss!

"who you gonna rip without that confidence?
I really believe you're weak and overconfident" (repeat 4x)

Run for the hills, but there's no escape
>from a cd, my wax, my fat cassette tape
I'm great, like alexander, or nearly gets real
When i hold a piece of steel and tell you how i feel
All over, toes are tapping, bronx, brooklyn, island of staten
Manhattan, queens, south central, compton, watts
Miami, atlanta, i blow up mad spots
My name is nine, recognize, remember you're too tender
To get slick with the number one contender
I flow like diareahha when i'm dropping shit
Mama mia, ain't no cure for the pure lyrical gonnorhea
Overconfidence is popping
I'm like the hourglass, turn me over and i still keep dropping
That old nine flavor continues to pay the rent
After you hear me you won't be so overconfident

"who you gonna rip without that confidence?
I really believe you're weak and overconfident" (repeat 4x)

I hate to bust your bubble, but every single rapper's in trouble
I'm crazier than ever
I'm hungrier like a shark in the ocean full of legs after dark
I'm a tear shit apart, pull more strings than a harp
I'm cocky, like that, you know the time
Check the little hand, the big hand, tell me what you see
Nine o'clock on the f-ing dot
Pop goes the gat and if you ever knew me you'd remember that
Old school, new school, ain't nobody safe
New york to la, i'm all over the place
Crazy gear like a clutch, i'm the most
When i touch the microphone your overcofidence is ghost
It's "outta here" like the $5000 loveseat
Egos crush when i'm rhyming to the beat
You attempt to fade me and hit me with a dent
So i'm stepping to you money cause i think you're overconfident

"who you gonna rip without that confidence?
I really believe you're weak and overconfident" (repeat 4x)

You thought you was the man, bad news kid
I never heard of you, or the bullshit you claim you did
You're phoney, full of baloney, like oscay meyer
The weiner, your style is artificial like purina
Cat chow, meow, i'm on the prowl like thurston howl
And been on the island with mad cash, official cow
I got rhymes like you got bullshit
So you know my repotoire is thick with intice spits
Lyrically i'm so amazing like luther
I hit the stage and get ugly like medusa
And no place for delf, i ain't slamming
If it's with the real hip-hop, then it's props that i'm demanding, understanding
My potential, hollowtip lyrics
I'm shooting, aiming at your motherfucking mental
I'll leave you in a state of confusion, brain dead and stuck up
In other words all fucked up

"who you gonna rip without that confidence?
I really believe you're weak and overconfident" (repeat 4x)

Must be the chronic that got these nigga thinkin they bionic
They better get the hell of that gin and tonic
Bring the blues, i shatter and batter crews
Can't lose, don't snooze on the 30 shot
Who's on my my hip when i leave my residence
Get me fed i spit lead and leave u dead like presidents
Shit is silly, bust the sequel
I'm runnin from the cops and still gotta watch for my own people
Stress leads me down the path of redrum
Smart enough get some mad enough take some
Want some, need some, fuck around and bleed some
Don't get dumb, i'll beat that ass like a drum
Hostility is buildin on a daily basis
Sick of all the nonsense save the mean faces, i aint scared
Of you
My glock erases wrinkles leavin expressions of pain
Can't think with a bullet in your f'n brain
I hop skip and jump bail
I aint goin upstate again
I'm in the alley hidin in a garbage pail
Peep the style of the runaway child
Livin wild, poppin stick like noon now
Ooh child, things aint gettin no easier
My hair is gettin peazier, i'm lovin it don't worry
Be nappy on the regular, live long and prosper
Get yours, love your mom, safe sex, etc...
The streets are filled with temptaion and madd sin
The last thing we need is saint ives
Suicide on the rise, everybody think they uzi weighs a tonne
Shit's gettin hectic, too much redrum

Chorus (x3)

Everybody wan heaven, them not wan dead
Redrum

99 bottles of beer on the wall all u need is 2 niggas
To drink them all
And start illin, think about killin a villain on your way to hell, where sa-tan dwell
Can't tell who's good or bad
Who's got love, or who's jealous
Who's sceamin, who's the angel
Who's the demon, who's the nigga fiendin
Mass confusion over illusions, brothers cruisin
With the shotty, la de da de, they came to party
Ready to lick shots like lollipops
On blocks it's hot, anybody can get shot even cops
When it rains it pours, bullets have no names
It puts a strain on my brain, as i try to maintain
It's drivin me crazy but i can walk from here
I feel close to insane, i gots no fear
My mental is scrambled like eggs
It fucks me up, everytime i see a black man when he begs
Washin windows, tap dancin, prancin, struttin
Most of the time people give his ass nuttin!
A quarter here, a quarter there, now u know why we murda
Bein homeless, to me is unheard of
I'll do whatever i gotta do
And if i get locked then i got 3 hots and cot true
But jail cells are full with niggas, every day
Mayday, they're gotta be a better way
To make it is easy, to keep it is the hard shit
U need some lessons to move on up like the jefferson's
Some aim teks to get respect, where rolex'
Drive a phat lex around the projects
Flexin and plexin until they catch a dum-dum slug
Shit is bugged on the streets, too much redrum

Chorus (x6)

Everybody wan heaven... heaven....
Redrum

"gimme that crown you're wearin or feel blue steel" (2x)

[nine]
I'm pullin up on the scene in my limousine
Pocket full of green, voice full of mean
Rhymes out the ass plus i'm fast at freestyle
Get a lil wild and profile my ill style
Numba won contender that's me, n-i-n-e
Nine i'm prime-time, paid and livin lovely
Messin heads up who thought i was wack or just a-ight
Nahhhh, i'm one of the best to ever touch a mic
Soon to be shown, soon to be proved
By the album take it home put the needle to the groove
See what i'm sayin - mad originality
Recognize give props and shape the ground til it'll fit me
You won't be around another second
When i'm wreckin deadly mic-checkin armageddeon off i'm lettin
I wet you like microwave pizza in the blender
It's written on my face, numba won contender

Peel nigguh, peel!
"gimme that crown you're wearin or feel blue steel"
Peel nigguh, peel!!
"gimme that crown you're wearin or feel blue steel"

[nine]
Eardrums pop when the voice drops
Deep like the bottom of the pit lyrics i spit like a grit
Shit, i couldn't stop if i wanted to i'm warnin you
I'm dispatchin, i get a little warmer than you
Grey skies are callin you, i'm all in you
Up in that ass like a homo, check the promo
Now that's flippin the script, whatchu flippin?
On the 4-oh-z i'm sippin, no time for trippin
There's money to be made in this trade
Gotta blow up like jack jack jack +jack of spades+
No question, i'm just like nas with smith and wesson
Except you comin out your skin when i say start undressin
Give me e'rything, from cash to ring to razor blade
That you had up in sing-sing
All in all i'm rushin like alabama
So nigga peel like a banana

Peel nigguh, peel!
"gimme that crown you're wearin or feel blue steel"
Peel nigguh, peel!!
"gimme that crown you're wearin or feel blue steel"
Peel nigguh, peel!!!
"gimme that crown you're wearin or feel blue steel"
Peel nigguh, peel
"gimme that crown you're wearin or feel blue steel"

[nine]
Deeper than i was last time
I get deeper everytime i rhyme
Deeper, deeper, jeepers, creepers
Where'd you get them eyes?
Suprise, i'm wise to the game
Fame don't pay bills, skills pay bills
You still wanna test me, try to molest me
Numba won contender, soon to be the best b
Can't +arrest+ me, not the +development+ of _tennessee_
Mad drunk off the hennessey, remember me
(what more can i want?) and when it comes to rhymes and guns
(got em all) it's real like that, pop goes the gat
Pockets mad fat, hoes in the back
Jim hats in the pockets, gun in the waistband
Now who's the man nigga, now who's the man?!

Peel nigguh, peel!
"gimme that crown you're wearin or feel blue steel"
Peel nigguh, peel!!
"gimme that crown you're wearin or feel blue steel"
Peel nigguh, peel
"gimme that crown you're wearin or feel blue steel"
Peel nigguh, peel!
"gimme that crown you're wearin or feel blue steel"

[nine]
Bob lewis makin niggaz peel
Bob lewis makin niggaz peel
Al blount makin niggaz peel
Al blount makin niggaz peel
Fed productions makin niggaz peel
Fed productions makin niggaz peel
You know the nine is makin niggaz peel
You know the nine is makin niggaz peel
Peel!

[nine]
I enter, the center of the cypha
Blunts and lighter, the ruff rhyme writer nine
Skills up the koolu, i do you like voodoo
Pins in the mojo, oh no!
Eyes are red, i'm high again
You wan' try again, die again my friend, one less than ten
Eight plus one me, n-i-n-e
Name up in lights g, i'm hype g, all night g
Can't no man step in my cypha
(heard up, word up!) pay the piper
Who rocks the party? nine rocks the party
Make you move your body, in trunks like john gotti
I got the strength of ten mc's on steroids
Rappers are paranoid, my cypha ain't a safe place to be g
I cruise avenues, stomp blue suede shoes
I can't lose, mashin crews to pay my dues

The cypha
"get frisked, just in order to get in.."
The cypha
"get frisked, just in order to get in.."
The cypha
"get frisked, just in order to get in.."
The cypha
"get frisked, just in order to get in.."

[nine]
One sucker, two sucker, three suckers, fo' suckers
Bring mo' suckers, punk muh'fuckers
Talkin bout you can't feel my style, i can't feel you either
But i bet yo' ass feel this meat cleaver
(swing swing swing, chop chop!) you gonna drop
I can't wait to see you fall off, in the pig slop
Pop, went the gat, drop, went the fat
Slob that tried to diss, nah nigga can touch this
Cheese-eatin, tapdancin sambo - don't push your luck
Brand new nigga and i will go rambo (pow)
Tryin to break my cypha is suicide
+passin me by+ like i'm the pharcyde
Give respect, recognize, give props where props are due
Before me and my crew come and murder you
This ain't no game, it's about eatin, payin rent
And (tings like dat) you nah wan' test me black

The cypha
"get frisked, just in order to get in.."
The cypha
"get frisked, just in order to get in.."
The cypha
"get frisked, just in order to get in.."
The cypha
"get frisked, just in order to get in.."

[nine]
Game recognize game all the time
Who's your man, with the wack ass rhyme?
You must be stupid, i was doin this before you hit
Puberty, you think your style's original - it ain't new to me
Save it, for david, easy back it up
I got o.j. simpson's knife right at your gut
I do you like your name was nicole
When i roll headspins niggaz drop like ronald goldman
My cypha's complete without you your wack crew
Your wack beats, nine moves feets
Act like you know homo -- i get around
Nine comes back like a pro
Ich, ni, son, shi, mc's, can't touch me
No matter how much weight you push you're still lighter
When you enter my cypha

The cypha
"get frisked, just in order to get in.."
The cypha
"get frisked, just in order to get in.."
The cypha
"get frisked, just in order to get in.."
The cypha
"get frisked, just in order to get in.."

[nine]
I waste mc's like time
Who wanna know the incredible original nine
Burnin mc's at degrees of five-hundred farenheit
Drop em back to celsius, lord help me it's insane
Pop like tops on 40 o-z's
Make cheese, while you sweat me for the proceeds
I survived cause i strived
Then i cock back my fist and punch out ya insides
Who's left, cause nine got rights
I squeeze tecs like spandex mad tight (right right)
One on one, don't you make me buck you with my gun, baby
I'm tired of playing all these games
It seems like i-yah can't get time out anymore
My name is nine and your name is mud
When i come down, i-yah haffa come down raw
Just say, ohh, ohh, listen to the nine my style is fat
Just say, no, no, sucker mc's know they rhymes are wack
Just say, oh take your best shot, lemme see whatcha got
Ain't got a lot, run from red dot, spot like cop
Oh lord, i got the drop, shot the blood claat
Non-stop, pop pop pop pop goes the gat
Still fat, still black
I still rap, and yo' ass is still wack
Who's that nigga with the booyaka?
It's the one and only nine and i'm doin ya
Weeded daily, always pack a half ounce g
Put springs in your boots and still can't outbounce me
(check one check two check tree)
Check as many as you want, but come check me, n-i-n-e

Chorus: nine (repeat 2x)

Oh god i got da fundamentalz
Nine'll grab the mic and rip up a instrumental
Oh god i got da fundamentalz
Nine'll grab the mic and rip up a instrumental

[nine]
Rock, the body body, rock the body body
Nine wants a hottie that treats me like i'm daddy daddy
The format i use, steps on blue suede shoes
I guzzle brews then mic check one two
I shake and bake the world, rearrange
Like the chemical jheri curl, drink til i earl
*throws up* excuse me, where was i? stay fly
Never ran, never will, do or die
Chocolate thai got me lifted
No mistake, hit like a earthquake, son i'm gifted
N-i-n-e, came up in lights
I rock mics, down with street fights and chalice pipes
Niggaz know my steelo i'm 40 below
Deep flow, act like you fuckin know
Infrared beams, baggy jeans, mic screens
Caffeine and nicotine makes me fiend i'm mean like joe greene
Down with a team, on point like the damn laser beam
It ain't no fuckin dream
I pull styles out my ass like doodoo (shit)
Nine makes mc's quick quick flick the bic to the izz
Light, pull smoke, blow it in your area
With jaws, like a pitbull terrier
I attack instrumentals with fundamentalz
Off the head, no pen, no paper, no pencils
With the device i'm nice, if the price is right
I tear the motherfucker up all night
Bomb diddy bomb ba dang a dang
I got slang like wu-tang not many can hang

Chorus

[nine]
For those who are unaware
This is another fed production warning
To all wack, sucker ass, punk ass crews
And all you industry niggaz who was sleeping
Now's your wake-up call, punk..

Bob lewis, nine, tony stoute, al blount
The crew, is in effect
You cannot stop this
Protect your fuckin neck

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 day
We did it for no pay, just rhymin hit the hay and
Sleep, wake up, write another rhyme
Hit the park after dark drop the beat one time
That's when shit was real, no phonies no baloney
Just the homemade mics and wheels of steel
Backup from the roof, amp plugged in the street light
Everything right, jam over a street fight
Back to the lab i grab my pen and pad
Raw lyrics make a fleuredoscad
Had no dinero, enough get fo' chicken wings and rice
A forty ounce a nickel bag to get nice
And now i might make a million, and still son
It makes the heart pump, you know what i want

Chorus

Verse three:

Be like elmer j. fudd with the mansion and the yacht
Brand new glock non-stop hip-hop
Remote control boombox lampin on my dresser
The god ain't no lesser as the pressure comes to test ya
Hundred pound weight around the neck, daily
Nuff treasons nuff reasons like philip bailey
Can't get enough of that funky stuff
Rhymin astronomical, original, shit is phenomenal
Heat up the ghetto put the pedal to the metal
Speed like racer treat you like a wack rhyme and erase ya
Right off the pape i roll a big fat spliff
Four-fifth on the hip, heineken in the grip shit i'm ready
Get the keys for the jeep, let's bounce
Cruise avenues, get some brews and sing the blues with the
Funkmaster flex cassette in the deck
I'm in effect i move my neck while son gets wreck
Oh what a feeling, i'm on the wheels of steel and
I snatch up some skins for some sexual healing
Erything's kosher copasctetic, groovy hip-hop moves me
Soothes me, i'm letting off like an uzi
But first steps a doozy and bruise me
Now i'm choosy before i start to freak it like a floozy
I wanna get big get paid true stunt
You know what i want!

Chorus