I can be a freak Every day of every week F-R-E-A-K, let me be your freak (Okay) Superman lover I'll pitch your tent With a XL magnum under cover She know the deal Ass look better in a 9
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone How could Nas be garbage? Semi-autos at your cartilage Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne I got this, locked since '9
straight off the iPhone he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones he bought four, I front him 5 more 9 piece, straight 8 balls MJG bitch I got 8 balls 9 piece
all about the Pentiums, baby It's all about the Pentiums, baby What y'all wanna do? Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers Wastin' time with all the chat room yakkers 9
this Quietly I sit plottin hits like a lunatic Waitin for a bitch to start some shit so I can hit'em With a string of bullets comin from a tech 9 warned
struggle to break the slave mentality I givin' livin' definition long as my hearts tickin' I fought and made the world listen Whatever fly Dr. Dre invented, turn on the box
go ahead and pull it Cause I'ma put it dead on ya ass when you reach I got a little friend on my shoulder that I think you wanna meet A 9 millimeter,
[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne] If you you see thunda From a gun this is somethin that'll get the heat on ya when she's under the sheets on the beautiful sleep
go, feel my gat blow Rocket takes form, songs bring down the forum Sedate niggas and relate towards 'em Tech's text marvel, Infamous cuttin' sole parcel Ship a box
get blown away You know where I come from The place where your fate is a mic or a bull or a dum dum A jail cell a pine box and brothers is dumb young
Beat In My Trunk (Chorus) 15's in the trunk, 4-12's in the trunk, 4-10's in the trunk, 6x9's in the dash license plates rattlin, bumper keep draggin,
and your animosity. Chorus. What kinda nigga call my mom and tell her her son got shot? A pussy nigga who need that dick up in his thigh. Box. I got
Malcolm and King gone Tales from the hood is what I sing on a rap song Everybody petrified ever since 9/11 The hood was under attack before 9/11 Tell
I just pop a box Hook ?em wit a shirt and the matchin' color socks I think the coldest was the black on black, 11?s with the red bottom Or the No. 9?s
you called the special request Oakland, you know I go way back To coug nuts, fal stangs, and cadillac's When homeboys put vogues on any car With 6 by 9
uh. One time fo ya mind here to represent the pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas and my niggas on the grind packin 9 milla-metas 9 lives like cheatas
Musik got these poppers poppin' off the Richter scale D boys on the corner droppin' quarters like a wishin' well Ziplock in the freezer like yo momma's box
these poppers poppin on the Richter scale D boys on the corner droppin quarters like a wishin well Ziplock in the freezer like yo momma's box of zinfandale