Everyman 4 Himself - Nine

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 the gat 
enter my cypher where everythings black 
the rap makes me act the beast I attack 
from every angle I bring pain sharp as the blade 
on Excalibur quiet as a silencer I challenge ya 
Meet me at sundown or after school bring your tools 
ain't no fuckin rules dont snooze on loose 
still on the hip 30 shots to put you in your place 
dont chase dreams chase paper 
you on your own 
never fuck around with the next mans caper 
I hate ya fakers with the passion 
I'm crashin your party 
Dark Mask forever fuckin up everybody 
I be the nigga on the corner rollin dice 
drinkin 'til I drop duckin from my cop 
got me on the run like a slave thru the fields 
no protection no cover no shields 
I feels like a soldier stuck behind enemy lines 
in the world of man evil 'cause man ain't kind 
everybodys trife in their own way 
gun play the back 
ready to react 'n clap 
the weak dont stand a chance 
dont even clance or look 
the wig is where you get your life took 
I read the book of survival lible to become homicidal 
get the wealth every man for himself 

chorus: run get the loot grab the ball 
shoot sink the last cop get increased the bankroll 
gotta put the ball in the hole 
every man for himself first one get the gold (nigga) 
run get the loot grab the ball 
shoot sink the last cop get increased the bankroll 
gotta put the ball in the mutthafucking hole 
every man for himself first one get the gold 

My mentality is somewhere between arrmageddon and apocalypse 
no matter how hot it gets 
You cant trap me