don't care Puddles of blood smeared on the wall, now he's toying with their minds Checking the score we see the cops have nil and the killer stands at nine
So I ignore it, I turn the other cheek (Yo Show, you ain't got any time for these niggas, these boys is weak) Some punks want to split razors [Incomprehensible
brolic, V.A. driver's license in his wallet The last call on his mobile phone was back to home Sorry, Miss Amonia's son was found dead with two in his
a basket, just like baby Moses To float down that muddy river Protected by the stupid little fairies I floated for nine days and nights I floated for nine
a nine Reading for the chumps on the wall The Chumps are acting ill because they're so full of eight balls Gunshots ranged out like a bell I grabbed my nine
a five wagon Thugged out leather interior, mega superior My art of war deaded your area My mugshot praised in jail cells and drug spots My razor touched
bitch Ain't scared to get down She'll bust off rounds Smoke a Newport Cut me half, bust me down Catch me looking at anotha chick She curse me out Dead
are flavored up like a dia-BETIC I recoups, and they try to step to this Nowadays I probably have as much kids as Jerry Lewis My rhymes drip like a RAZOR
Dead over a record, shit he sound like he meant it My crew greater, yeah, I'm talkin' to you hater I'm too major, two-tone blue gator New blazer, big gun, little razor
? No, I just drove by Kept on pursuing to the next stop I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block The block was dead, yo, so I continued To A
, I just drove by Kept on pursuing to the next stop I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block That block was dead Yo, so I continued to A1A Beachfront
Don't give a fuck if her belly gets In my way, I'm still nailing it Got this verbal tech nine Spitting at you for telling shit Get this dead body off
you? You a f**kin disgrace! And if you come around my way you get bucked in the face Get snuffed in the face, then I wack you With razors, nines, guns
powder, oughta put a haze on my blunt I spit a hundred and fifty bars when I'm blazin' 'em out 'Cause I can do that with razor blades stuck in my mouth
games all night like budweiser check that bitch out i got my eyes on her my rhymes so deep im sharp as razor never lost my gift despite being such a
shovel, grave digga How you gonna kill a dead nigga, if you figure I'm dead? Here's the oops upside ya head Here's a hot piece a lead, an instead I walk
digga How you figure you gon' kill a dead nigga You gon kill a dead nigga Bloody body baby bloody man I'm nutty what he thought Nine dead bodies and I
please just cut my blood veins Some may imply I'm insane, on my shirt is blood stains The room is spinnin' and I'm grinnin', thinkin' evil thoughts Nine dead
