can't understand How one real nigga became a real man S is for the way I skeet in they mouth One by one we muttin' 'em out K is for the way Mr. Mixx be
will rest in peace I keep a stoned look, peace to every known crook Not those who go to jail can't hold they own and come home shook On 1-3-9 and Lenox
some tickets? But they always come up short of they mission (yes'ir!) [Hook: Kaos] Now I'm in the liife, prime time Urry dime wanna sit in wit the 9, 9
1-9-9-5 So fuckin' high, bitches know why [LIL' HAWK] Now I roll thru the streets of Inglewood in L.A. I be puttin' down everyday, everynight C.K. As
the 9, I cock the 9, I cock the 9 (my homey pop the 9) I cock the 9, I cock the 9, I cock the 9 (*gun shot*) I cock the 9, I cock the 9, I cock the 9 (
, your eyes squint Vibrant, true colors, I move swift and silent Livin by the day, hearts are cold like winter nights Got a hot 10 on the dice in this
clips and cartridges Imposters live, abduct the kids in front of corner stores Poppin shit, throwin up gang signs at the same time Them niggas roll dice and fight canines/K-9
qualify for the job These days we busting at motherfuckers quicker Simply cause its 1999 nigga (nigga nigga nigga) [Chorus] [K-Mont] Ay yo I'm straight
L.A. ain't got the heart to beef So don't come around my way young niggas in the back shootin dice or on the roof with K's Now as I step out my spot
he loves to flirt ("Ohhhhh..")("You are an expert") [Teddy Ted scratches over an "Ooooh child" refrain x9] ("slice'n'dice")("expert") ("Ooooh child")("expert") ("slice'n'dice
the U to the C to the K to the K to the E to the K to the E Lil' Keke and Lucky Me, shooting dice for a hundred G's Show me the mic and I'm a wreck Pimpin
to a K but I don't love them hoes, that's why I never ever play in the 9-4, I use to sell dope and holla at the bitch but it's 9-5 so it's all about
I'll kill yo' family That's what I do Bust ya chest wide open And split ya fade nigga And them all frozen Moves from the 'K nigga Turk don't play, when
life like dice, got that thug in me like chinese rice Aint' nothin nice I open up shop all night Like Circle K I circle yo block wit the K, the A-K that
house Prodeje, Havikk the Rhyme Son and the Mouthpiece And we straight servin your ass heat [PRODEJE:] Muthafuckas gettin clowned like I said in the 9
gang of niggas that be down to ride on yo' set Niggas be trippin, cock the teck, an we ride wit yo' bet Best believe I clock G's, nigga no dice, I time
K.J., all day, every day Around your way, in your hallway Puffin' ganje, Hillside Scrambled eggs.. Let's go... let's go... let's go.. K.J. rhyme, all