] Bianks with breasts and big butts Here I come baby Enough to make the big bucks Here I come baby 151 and Malibu rum and pineapple juice in My cup Here I come
the B when I step up, I bet ya Mr. Sick is gonna get to creep I gets to blastin ass dip they bodies in the bag I hope I get to lastin in this game of
to shower, you get in when we through I come out it's on the flick channel, you a freak too Think I ain't packing cause I'm short, I'ma teach you We
the sun, I get harrassed by the ton Want to beat you for money son, I'll smack him for fun I represent the east baby, that's where I'm from I'll smoke
I get it how I live It is what it is so I get it how I live I'm bout that guerilla warfare, I cock the nine back I told her ? round, I'm bout the dime
sandwich and, munchos Understand this fuck niggaz, I come slow Motion, knock down the ocean This nigga here is extra large, nigga Cali-coes Tech-nine,
Now can I get a witness shout Hallelujah,Amen I'm feeling the Holy Ghost makin' moves through ya Smooth, I made it to free your mind to the rhythm I got
the 9/11 souls I see him in the sign as the reverend was told I read the scroll, but I'm still blindfold Wait, I need more ingredients, so I look for
you hoe Once a slip in the clip, don't stop trippin I been a need to floss in the cars I be whipin Cuz a motherfucka be constaintly tippin I mean uh
great plus the heads straighten dreads, I'm everlasting like the toe on Pro Keds, A tech nine, When I rhyme, Plus I climb, Word is bind, You're album
tech nine spits, I gotta roll with the Pound that's the neighborhood of murder Am I the only motherfucker ridin? Am I the only rider but I found a whole
I got whatever ya need, big faces For dollars I'm chasin' if I want it I take it Ain't no mystery or no myth when I'm takin' ya shit And you'll be history
The congregation know I come with nothing But leave with everything, I ain't come for nothing And the choir know I come with money And y'all know I'm
you ever herd before I fuck the beat like broads Then ghost like mirages Desert storm camouflages I used to rock Before I came up with Nine Planets Hiphop
me if he ever owed me A thug about my business, I'll do ya homie Drink the O-E and tote the tech nine I don't care what you claim, you gonn respect
it gangsta nigga I'm a guerilla on the streets but it's time for the fun time Out of line, I bust with my tech nine Choose ya loose, I give ya the blues
calmly wait what I create you greatly appreciate I don't fold under pressure and I don't cry peep both my eyes and focus on the bullseye I'm the master when danger comes I
