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......
"redrum" "everybody won heaven?" "redrum" "everybody won heaven?" "redrum" "everybody won heaven?" "redrum" "everybody won heaven?" "redrum" "everybody won heaven?" "redrum" "everybody won heaven?" "redrum"......
[nine] aiyyo whattup son how you feelin kid? [frog] aiyyo man yo i'm killin Yo i was coolin on the corner the other day man......
"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......
(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......
* lighter flicked * * herbals inhaled * * some coughing * * speaking through weed * Ahh man, this shit is ill Ahh this......
Born alone die alone guess whos on the microphone *project nigga* Deep voice put your boots on Come take a walk down the alley with......
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......
"who you gonna rip without that confidence? I really believe you're weak and overconfident" (repeat 4x) [nine] Run for the hills, but there's no escape......
[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......
"any mc that disagree with me, wave your arms" -> rakim * repeat 8x * [nine] Rat-a-tat-tat, it's the nappy black cat with no hat......
Merry fucking christmas, don't diss this lyracist on pissed Get a fist to your esophogus Hook you like fish, throw you in a dish Blow......
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......
"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......
[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......
[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,......
There's death in the air, my eyes are bloodshot red. I'm forever blunted so i don't care. Word to my nappy black hair, it's the......
(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......
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......
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......