is "treat 'em like a prostitute." If I say no violence devil, you won't respect mine, Fuck the dumb shit and get my Tek-9. And if they approach us
give me no type of argument, All these devils are mad because we be the most dominant, Hey, hit you with fatness, represent my blackness, Run up on devils
for bein born! And the desert eagle is "mi amor" She'll fuck you to death, blow your brains, either or cause she a whore [Royce Da 5'9"] Allow me to
you fuck with And who you don't fuck with Cause the shit get wild y'all Keep your mind on your riches, Baby Keep your mind on your riches 9-1-1 Its
he do man Whitlock: the numbers six six triple eight forty-six nine nine five Krizz: i mean it jus means Nutthouze, its.. Whitlock: how do those number
[Verse 1:] Wanna live in my world you have to have a Tech tat Preferably the number N9ne and you gotta get it where the back of you neck's at Gotta let
it, sniff it, now you feel the rush Numb your brain In hell you're an angel on the dust PCP Dip it wet stick it's numb, numb Dank and weed They hit it
Like a Prostitute Now if I say no violence, devil, you won't respect mine Fuck the dumb shit and get my Tec-9 And if they approach us Aight, aight,
up) Don't go (You know the deal) Rapper Noyd, rapper P, Nas, Havoc to the exit Niggas we out, what up (The Infamous) It's over baby (Fuck 9-6 to 9-7
conspiracy theories, but hear me. From a business perspective it makes more sense, clearly. Cuz more over, that's what we go to war over, and numbers
Said, ?Do you want to buck 'em?? Rough Koopsta Shirt, I knew you're hurt Take the bridge back Take a bag with them slugs Sentence see your gone son Devils
tubes up under my mattress My conscience is black and it's strange 'Cause I murdered a bitch and the devil just rushin' my time With this 9 in my hand
tubes up under my mattress My conscience is black and it's strange Cause I murdered a (edit) bitch, and the Devil just rushin my time With this 9 in
cup runneth over, stressed out whenever I'm sober This cold world got my girl scan Fight on the sand, I'm allergic to ham Weak minds all aboard I see devils
the back of a slave on a ship back in the days at times waking up is slap in the face/ but the passion of one whose flesh was torn away by the cat of 9
the last scene is his pale face and badge number [B.G.] Came in the clear, slide it in, cock it back Plot it out, I put me an extra one in That's eighteen in tha 9
conspiracy theory but hear me Throw a business perspective, it makes more sense clearly Cause moreover, that's what we go to war over And numbers don
; ask Jimmy Buffet 'Cause if you take no blame you'll be really on the hook You're on the Ten Most Wanted in the devil's own book That's why Psalm number
