Testi:
Nine Cloud 9

[Verse one:] [nine] Word life Every day every single day Same old thing nah mean Just anther struggle trying to put food in your stomach keep a roof

think you're soft like that trick, Mother Hubbard Fillin' the cupboard with gang goods Like Mother goose, who lived in a shoe; Next door to your weak-ass crew. Nine

poorman) I use to be a poorman (Now i'm rich) Because when I was a richman (I steped in the quick sand) Now i'm a poorman (Ain't that a bitch) [verse one: Nine

the trey-deuce stashin My style's on trial cause I'm into MC, bashin In a sick fashion, I go overboard Evidence - bloody microphone cords [Chorus: Nine and U-Neek reverse] [Nine

sometimes, I can't take it no more My mantality is twisted I'm forever blunted forever wishin' to get lifted and splifted I love these streets That's why a nigga like Nine

I make it on the humble, it's marvelous sippin fine wine and Champagne Smokin cannibis, poor folks don't understand this Helicopter rides, first class

holler True, 9 Double M will do you like voodoo You butterknife in the house of ginzu 16 eyes on your face and can't see me Since a cloud of smoke like

way out as I mind reach And ya'll way behind me So next Halloween, be a condiment and try to catch up (ketchup) You can find me cloud 9 in with my head

so every night I hit the gates load the ak and post up in the window till come day anyway hey I feel the pay back simmering in my brain but thoughts of death cloud