done run get amped off the wonderman surprise Mercury rise, I rock off my greedy little eyes Sun, moon, pronouncing the energy is solar With tongue numba
[Verse 1] 3:30 and I wanna leave early Tryin' to survive really, this 9-to-5 is killin' me Contemplatin' on taking a quiet drive to Philly When I got
I trust My number one potnaz The Darkroom Family from the cuts So all you shady characters Get the fuck out my way You bitches can't touch the 2-0-9 Or
[Intro:] Check it out, it's the lunatiic Domo, uh about to blow for the 9-5, 9-4 check it out. Got Big Pretty in the house. Rollin' 6-5 for Tunes representin
you're winnin They talked that shit for a year, but the fight only lasted a minute Hoes: door number one has a gun Door number two has your crew gettin hung Door number
Let me get a chop at this lumber niggas From da down underground are hangin' around the A-Town Lookin' for a come up, workin' from 9 to 5 Just to get
Six in the morning Po-po at they door But they ain't gone get them 'Cause they got a window All exits not seized So they fleed K-9's sniff through Find
thing man.." [Verse Two] Hell yeah it's on, you better tell 'em Ice Cube and I'm rolling with the motherfuckin L.M. It's the number one crew in the area
'Em Like a Prostitute+ Now if I say no violence, devil, you won't respect mine Fuck the dumb shit - and get my Tec-9 And if they approach us A-ight,
hand I know a nature; I've been try'na to rise above it for years Money's not the root of all evil, the love of it is The real Devil is right behind you
methods to keep you behind bars Who rules the planet the people who's over dim? The president ain't number one he got powers controlling him Long before 9
we had the number one hit 98, had to vacate to get our shit straight Signed with Cool-to-love to get rid of one of the headaches In 9-9, it's when them
Beer number 8, my favorite band Is on I bought a t-shirt I want them to sign Stage diving into the pit On the dance floor While finishing beer number 9 Beer number
the livin', bow only to God The coke's tokes and tell-lie-vision violence already got me scarred Disregard what the devil allowed on my set This city's number
you eye guess the devil got a brand new fool [Chorus] 2 all the haterz on the internet somebody's lookin' at you No more candy 4 you they got ur number
is "mi amor" She'll fuck you to death, blow your brains, either or cause she a whore [Royce Da 5'9"] Allow me to reassure your stripe's worthless Like
on the back of a slave on a ship back in the days at times waking up is slap in the face but the passion of one whose flesh was torn away by the cat of 9
up under my mattress My conscience is black and it?s strange Cause i murdered a bitch, and the devil just rushin my time With this 9 in my hand causin
