Frog'] [Nine] Hit em like dis, hit em like dat Hit em wit da real, let em know how you feel [Frog] Hit em like dis - ribbit, hit em like dat - ribbit
with one you fuckin' with all playa It's just like that there All dem' niggas' in Anderson, Greenville, Spartanburg, Greenwood, Newberry, Columbia, South Carolina baby It's like dis
sliced like a chocolate cake My name Cassidy, I'm off the heezy man I get so slick and greezy man All my strips pop like a greasy pan Cut shit, throw short, like
'm straight [Chorus] [Verse 2: Three 6 Mafia] Yeah...what!Now I ain't even worried bout you...haters Three 6 Mafia fakers You talk like commen...taters You fiction like
trust my conscience says no I want to hit him with a nine dese are sum thoughts re-occurin on my mind now [Chorus] [Verse 4:] [Fat Joe:] Is dis my conscience speakin sounds like
hit the door, them niggas ain't know how to act. Dem hoes grabbin on my chain, pullin on my plaits. Dey want me to take em home and hit em from the back
If it is a show, we are de star guys Said dis on dem said dat now until dem said de wrong t'ing Dat's what dem say to Nine too young fi yellin Well my
big shit nigguh Big bread bread like a picnic nigguh Shake da whole game like a hit stick nigguh Money spread like germs get sick nigguh Yeaa & fuck dem otha nigguhs one nine
god I'm a ride for my squad Wen the time cum Nine in my palm Grab a grib like a condom You slip I behind him You could put you out ya misery Hit him in
ya' bounce like me? (bounce like me) Smoke my trees? (smoke my trees) Throw dem' bows like me? (bows like me) Break it down like me? (down like me) [
't kno faking nigga you see da key I'm in baby nine on me easy to cuff it den I feel invisible I'm on that cup of hen extended clip in dis bitch shootin
these niggaz tryna' down me but they act like hoes they come around me talkin' 'bout what's up P on a niggaz dick I treat them jealous ass niggaz like
ask trina, ask jackie, ask khia, ask missy, ask remmy, ask lil' kim, I'm a hustle just like dem and I'm on my grizzy like killa kim, my ace boo you want
frequencies React like killer bees when in the face of enemies Keep playing the fool, after school you're like the Sensai With 1200 technics like my
street Man I'm blastin' at you hoez put yo mouf up on dis heat Man I make yo brains come out da back of yo head wit dis nine Leave yo body on da ground
nine cove tightly So u betta do da right thing Dey ain't like spitely So u so u betta do da right thing Dey ain't like spitely Yeah I switched it up I got a nine
it for free, Cuz what dese bitches do for dem dey might do it for me ha! Luda! I'm duh captain of dis spaceship, Real hip-hop lives death to dis fake
niggas wit no chips And the flow runs like the Mississippi River And your hoe comes, ya bitch hear me when I whisper Silence all guns hit 'em fo-fo-for dey hit
