* lighter flicked * * herbals inhaled *
* some coughing * * speaking through weed *
Ahh man this shit is ill
Ahh this shit is butter right here kid
This that old flav kid
[Nine]
I enter the room with the bang and the boom
and the tune where heat fumes hot like June
I represent the Bronx to the fullest New York is the essence
I've been writin rhymes since my adolescence
Hip Hop gives me love and I give it right back
If your shit is wack I must attack
Send lead to your head oh what a bloody mess it's gon' be
That's the flav, when a rapper tries to step to an MC
My skills are grown like a dreadlock
I got mad intelligence, so it just won't STOP!
You could never in your life slice a brick with a butterknife
You're livin trife, that's aight, my crew loves to fight
Bring the noise, and watch me turn down the volume
like chicka-pow, buck buck buck, chicka-BOOM!
Not the one to step to, not the one to test
It'll be a bloody mess
Chorus: Nine {sing-song, with his crew}
Yo that's that AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh shit, shit!
C'mon, c'mon! [AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh SHIT, SHIT!]
Yo that's that AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh shit, shit!
C'mon, c'mon! [AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh SHIT, SHIT!]
[Nine]
I get mad when niggaz try to play me like I'm stupid
I start shootin like a revolution, or Cupid
I don't miss, infrared type thing goin on
I drop a bomb like Hiroshima with my nina
then move my razor blade like a crossfade on your jawline
Understand, Nine is Optimus Prime
Follow the leader with the speed of, a cheetar
You want a fair one nigga? Put up your dick beater
Your hands are flesh and bone, my hands are flesh bone
Everybod