Whutcha Want? - Nine

Verse One: 

I gets banned if I do gets banned if I don't 
So sometimes I will and sometimes I won't 
Puff mad stick crack a forty down the back 
Sit fat and relax and plan my attack 
Not the one to test I posess mad finesse 
My buddha was blessed one bird in the nest 
Chills with my peeps steady bouncing in jeeps 
on the New York streets hittin urban concrete 
I'm the man untestable  with the extraterrestrial flow 
Fo'-fifty-fix celo, pop the top off the forty ounce bottle 
I'm not the one to follow, I'm not the role model 
Hollow tips in my clips money grip and my Glock 
only spits when I react to the bullshit 
So give me room to breathe and get up off DEEZ 
And save the confessions for JEESuz 
Plus I don't need to hear no sorrow 
Eff it, the sun will still come out tomorrow 
Long as I'm breathing, needing, even like Steven 
Achieving, gettin some cheese and 
representin lovely, Boogie Down Bronx major 
with the project flavor, I made ya, daze ya 
My behavior is mad ill if you front 
You know what I want! 

Chorus: 

(Whutcha want Nine?) Fat beats for my rides 
(So whutcha want Nine?) Mad clips for my nines 
(So whutcha want Nine?) A ill posse 
and my name up in lights, N-I-N-E 

Verse Two: 

I'ma let you know how I feel on the real 
I pack steel it's like a jungle makes me wonder where my eel is 
Hits the bricks skips the dog shit complete in my cipher 
Temper like Rowdy Rowdy Piper, hyper like a viper 
I'ma strike if I got it goin for the jugular 
Stretch you like a copper 
Stoppah, stoppah, but you can't stop me 
Just clock me, just watch me blow up the spot G 
Came a long way from, back in the da