* 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