[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