Krayzie, loco, insane, bang bang Runnin' with the pump pump, no bluffin' We buck Nigga better realize still claim Nineteen nine nine the nine nine Muthafucka, fuck?em to the end and when
with the intent to kill him Woke up and my shovel done soaked in blood Put 'em in the mud Don't know what it was but his gut was Still drippin' off me
after thirty five million still thirsty thirsty [Chorus] [Krayzie] Now yall know niggas been here since we was runnin around with Eazy-E They was like who was
was all purpose Just like that bullshit you was serving it was all purpose We all chipped in nigga and we all hurting I gots to grind just like in eighty-nine When
both of 'em I went inside, watchin' him break it down When he was finished, he handed a nigga nine A nine millimeter, nine zips Said, ?If I sold each one for nine
plus I'm a nigga with that feelin like it's my time And anybody standin' in the way of that is dyin' I bust nine, how many times I gotta warn you? I
for his shit Three-fifty-seven on your ass fool Like I said before, you don't get a second chance dude Unloaded on his ass he was hurt Six shots put his
all look the same Its strange, I'm standin in my own frame of thought Remainin in the street game framin which I was taught I was taught to always keep
was 1986 and I was twelve years old That's right around the time when crack came out It was the best thing that happened to me I swear to God 'cause I was
, I'm alright I'm alright, I'm fantastic, I'm all Nine years of lovin' you That's now flushed down the drain Six years was a bundle of joy The last two was
I begin to Live to my potential I went to School for fourteen years and my best teacher was experience I reminisce and wish I could go back in time to eighty-nine When there was
whole life In the Kaiser steel slag pit And I worked there for a while back when I was a kid But I got tired of all their shit But that was years ago
Nine, four, eight, one B'day Mission one, I?ma put this on When he see me in the dress I?ma get me some, hey Mission two, gotta make that call Tell him
hustler and once again it's on I still got money buried in my backyard I'm bumpy like Johnson, they call me D-Don My shit's so dope when you smoke you
Takin' it from the top? Tippy? Tippy? How high? The ultimate high 'Scuse me, as I kiss the sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the
nine-fo', word is bond, word is day The sad Hawthorne Ave. got the good smoke, word is bond, word is day Knotty-head niggaz in the house for nine-fo
is ninety nine million Hah-hah, yo, when it's time to flow I surprise and blow Five hundred thousand units off a dime a trow Forty below, I'm thorough when