[Nine]

I waste MC's like time

who wanna know the incredible original Nine

Burnin MC's at degrees of five hundred farenheit

Drop em back to celsius lord help me it's insane

Pop like tops on 40 o z's

Make cheese while you sweat me for the proceeds

I survived cause I strived

then I cock back my fist and PUNCH out ya insides

Who's left cause Nine got rights

I squeeze tecs like spandex mad tight (right right)

One on one, don't you make me buck you with my gun, baby

I'm tired of playing all these games

It seems like I-yah can't get time out anymore

My name is Nine and your name is mud

When I come down, I-yah haffa come down raw

Just say, ohh, ohh, listen to the Nine my style is fat

Just say, no, no, sucker MC's know they rhymes are wack

Just say, oh take your best shot, lemme see whatcha got

Ain't got a lot, run from red dot, spot like cop

Oh lord, I got the drop, shot the blood claat

Non-stop, pop pop pop pop goes the gat

Still fat, still black

I still rap, and yo' ass is stilL WACK

Who's that nigga with the booyaka?

It's the one and only Nine and I'm doin ya

Weeded daily, always pack a half ounce G

Put springs in your boots and still can't outbounce me

(Check one check two check tree)

Check as many as you want, but come check me, N-I-N-E

Chorus: Nine (repeat 2X)

Oh God I got Da Fundamentalz

Nine'll grab the mic and rip up a instrumental

Oh God I got Da Fundamentalz

Nine'll grab the mic and rip up a instrumental

[Nine]

Rock, the body body, rock the body body

Nine wants a hottie that treats me like I'm daddy daddy

The format I use, steps on blue suede shoes