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 Hit em wit
Traduzione: Nove. Hit Em Like Dis.
to the fullest, creepin up out tha house wit my mug on me Lexus kinda clean crease in my jeans Ready ta hit dis, want everybody to get wit dis It's goin
walk they knew the hood talk It's in the air of New York So everybody'll pick em up, kissin em up Treatin' them like they own, in dis hood we call home
they swear to God a nigga' raping em' So while you fuckin' em' homeboy make sure you tapin' em' Show the judge you was willin' you wasn't makin' em'
like a psycho when I pulled it It was cuttin' every bullet plenty of full clips Fuck em, feed em tef' tips Got a tool kit, filled of kill em up shit
You cats will go "night-night" for the right price So I suggest you show respect if you like life Cause the white is how I made loochie Them big rocks got em like
You fiction like Terminator My nation eliminata Under...estimater Stomp 'em to the pavement with some Air Force One gators (Bitch!) I pay 'em no mind, I show 'em my nine
Remy Martin until it's empty Slap twenty-twos on the Bentley It's niggas like you who been tryin' for centuries We'll still touch em' like Ren and Stimpy
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
I would be Randy Moss Tha hottest nigga favorite cocktail's Molatov Niggaz callin Aftermath like Dre call em of (Call em off,call em off,call em off)
chain, pullin on my plaits. Dey want me to take em home and hit em from the back. But when we got outside, them pussy niggas wus hatin, actin like he
wanna try a nigga with the nine-a creep up from behind ya like the macarena shoot ya in your spine-a strap ya like a minor patch out your hizead
fork in 'em I'm the ninth deadly venom, stick 'em and hem 'em Make 'em blue like denim - niggaz screamin, "Mercy" like Percy I mean Perry, Mason I cut 'em up like
spark this up right now) Dis time, it's crime, and rhyme Lawd have mercy, lawd have mercy! (Bounty Killer, Nine) Check.. where dem said 'em want to watch [Chorus: Nine
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
I'm a yippy First enemy who's stealin' filthy Size 'em up break 'em down I'm guilty My sons is wit' me Shot like 150 watts and fistful like Kung-Fu plots
Woke Up In A Puddle Of Blood Lookin Like Im Finish Cuz Blood Droppin Out My Mouth Like K.G. Off Menace Lil Kirby Hollerin Call Da People My Nigga Hit