[Hook]Label told me not to drop a tape, fuck 'emP.O. told me not to leave the state, fuck 'emFuck 'emFuck 'em[Verse 1]Young nigga, you got it now, you're doin' fineYour dawg down, front him an ounce, I can see you tryin'I respect your grind252, I respect the 9And I know 9 niggas jellin', 3 of them tellin'I got 9 niggas with me, 8 of them are felons9 fresh off the slabTell 'em fuck it, gon' front you the whole halfPussy cat niggas, they got 9 livesSo I'ma try to kill 'em 9 timesShout out to niggas on the block and the bitches in beauty shopsWith rollers in their head, their niggas off in the fedCollectin' every calls, send pictures and writin' lettersAnd makin' every visit, y'all the realest bitches ever, 100, 100[Interlude]See niggas don't get it, my nigga, like, niggas talkin' 'bout they want a bad bitch, say a street nigga need a real bitch, you know what I'm sayin'? Ho you gon' go through somethin', nigga took you on 9 trips to 9 countries, ran through 9 hundred thou. And a nigga locked up for 9 days and a bitch gone. Damn[Verse 2]These bitches temporary, my hustle necessaryOne thing about me in a whole, I ain't ever weary99 problems, 1 issue them folks'll lend youYou own the court and you ball and them feds'll come and get youForreal, indite you, 25 life you, forrealMy homie told me not to cross the plug, but fuck himWe're down bad, I told him what it was, so fuck itFuck 'emFuck 'emMy album drop, it may not sell a record, but fuck itKill a nigga, make them hoes respect it, fuck itFuck itFuck it
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