Lirik Lagu Whutcha Want? Nine
Verse One:
I Gets Banned If I Do Gets Banned If I Don't
So Sometimes I Will And Sometimes I Won't
Puff Mad Stick Crack A Forty Down The Back
Sit Fat And Relax And Plan My Attack
Not The One To Test I Posess Mad Finesse
My Buddha Was Blessed One Bird In The Nest
Chills With My Peeps Steady Bouncing In Jeeps
On The New York Streets Hittin Urban Concrete
I'm The Man Untestable With The Extraterrestrial Flow
Fo'-fifty-fix Celo, Pop The Top Off The Forty Ounce Bottle
I'm Not The One To Follow, I'm Not The Role Model
Hollow Tips In My Clips Money Grip And My Glock
Only Spits When I React To The Bullshit
So Give Me Room To Breathe And Get Up Off DEEZ
And Save The Confessions For JEESuz
Plus I Don't Need To Hear No Sorrow
Eff It, The Sun Will Still Come Out Tomorrow
Long As I'm Breathing, Needing, Even Like Steven
Achieving, Gettin Some Cheese And
Representin Lovely, Boogie Down Bronx Major
With The Project Flavor, I Made Ya, Daze Ya
My Behavior Is Mad Ill If You Front
You Know What I Want!
Chorus:
(Whutcha Want Nine?) Fat Beats For My Rides
(So Whutcha Want Nine?) Mad Clips For My Nines
(So Whutcha Want Nine?) A Ill Posse
And My Name Up In Lights, N-I-N-E
Verse Two:
I'ma Let You Know How I Feel On The Real
I Pack Steel It's Like A Jungle Makes Me Wonder Where My Eel Is
Hits The Bricks Skips The Dog Shit Complete In My Cipher
Temper Like Rowdy Rowdy Piper, Hyper Like A Viper
I'ma Strike If I Got It Goin For The Jugular
Stretch You Like A Copper
Stoppah, Stoppah, But You Can't Stop Me
Just Clock Me, Just Watch Me Blow Up The Spot G
Came A Long Way From, Back In The Da
I Gets Banned If I Do Gets Banned If I Don't
So Sometimes I Will And Sometimes I Won't
Puff Mad Stick Crack A Forty Down The Back
Sit Fat And Relax And Plan My Attack
Not The One To Test I Posess Mad Finesse
My Buddha Was Blessed One Bird In The Nest
Chills With My Peeps Steady Bouncing In Jeeps
On The New York Streets Hittin Urban Concrete
I'm The Man Untestable With The Extraterrestrial Flow
Fo'-fifty-fix Celo, Pop The Top Off The Forty Ounce Bottle
I'm Not The One To Follow, I'm Not The Role Model
Hollow Tips In My Clips Money Grip And My Glock
Only Spits When I React To The Bullshit
So Give Me Room To Breathe And Get Up Off DEEZ
And Save The Confessions For JEESuz
Plus I Don't Need To Hear No Sorrow
Eff It, The Sun Will Still Come Out Tomorrow
Long As I'm Breathing, Needing, Even Like Steven
Achieving, Gettin Some Cheese And
Representin Lovely, Boogie Down Bronx Major
With The Project Flavor, I Made Ya, Daze Ya
My Behavior Is Mad Ill If You Front
You Know What I Want!
Chorus:
(Whutcha Want Nine?) Fat Beats For My Rides
(So Whutcha Want Nine?) Mad Clips For My Nines
(So Whutcha Want Nine?) A Ill Posse
And My Name Up In Lights, N-I-N-E
Verse Two:
I'ma Let You Know How I Feel On The Real
I Pack Steel It's Like A Jungle Makes Me Wonder Where My Eel Is
Hits The Bricks Skips The Dog Shit Complete In My Cipher
Temper Like Rowdy Rowdy Piper, Hyper Like A Viper
I'ma Strike If I Got It Goin For The Jugular
Stretch You Like A Copper
Stoppah, Stoppah, But You Can't Stop Me
Just Clock Me, Just Watch Me Blow Up The Spot G
Came A Long Way From, Back In The Da
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