Da Fundamentalz Lyrics - Singles - Nine

[nine] 

I waste mc's like time 

Who wanna know the incredible original nine 

Burnin mc's at degrees of five-hundred farenheit 

Drop em back to celsius, lord help me it's insane 

Pop like tops on 40 o-z's 

Make cheese, while you sweat me for the proceeds 

I survived cause I strived 

Then I cock back my fist and punch out ya insides 

Who's left, cause nine got rights 

I squeeze tecs like spandex mad tight (right right) 

One on one, don't you make me buck you with my gun, baby 

I'm tired of playing all these games 

It seems like i-yah can't get time out anymore 

My name is nine and your name is mud 

When I come down, i-yah haffa come down raw 

Just say, ohh, ohh, listen to the nine my style is fat 

Just say, no, no, sucker mc's know they rhymes are wack 

Just say, oh take your best shot, lemme see whatcha got 

Ain't got a lot, run from red dot, spot like cop 

Oh lord, I got the drop, shot the blood claat 

Non-stop, pop pop pop pop goes the gat 

Still fat, still black 

I still rap, and yo' ass is still wack 

Who's that nigga with the booyaka? 

It's the one and only nine and I'm doin ya 

Weeded daily, always pack a half ounce g 

Put springs in your boots and still can't outbounce me 

(check one check two check tree) 

Check as many as you want, but come check me, n-i-n-e 

Chorus: nine (repeat 2x) 

Oh God I got da fundamentalz 

Nine'll grab the mic and rip up a instrumental 

Oh God I got da fundamentalz 

Nine'll grab the mic and rip up a instrumental 

[nine] 

Rock, the body body, rock the body body 

Nine wants a hottie that treats me like I'm daddy daddy 

The format I use, steps on blue suede shoes 

I guzzle brews then mic check one two 

I shake and bake the world, rearrange 

Like the chemical jheri curl, drink til I earl 

*throws up* excuse me, where was i? stay fly 

Never ran, never will, do or die 

Chocolate thai got me lifted 

No mistake, hit like a earthquake, son I'm gifted 

N-i-n-e, came up in lights 

I rock mics, down with street fights and chalice pipes 

Niggaz know my steelo I'm 40 below 

Deep flow, act like you fuckin know 

Infrared beams, baggy jeans, mic screens 

Caffeine and nicotine makes me fiend I'm mean like joe greene 

Down with a team, on point like the damn laser beam 

It ain't no fuckin dream 

I pull styles out my ass like doodoo (shit) 

Nine makes mc's quick quick flick the bic to the izz 

Light, pull smoke, blow it in your area 

With jaws, like a pitbull terrier 

I attack instrumentals with fundamentalz 

Off the head, no pen, no paper, no pencils 

With the device I'm nice, if the price is right 

I tear the motherfucker up all night 

Bomb diddy bomb ba dang a dang 

I got slang like wu-tang not many can hang 

Chorus 

[nine] 

For those who are unaware 

This is another fed production warning 

To all wack, sucker ass, punk ass crews 

And all you industry niggaz who was sleeping 

Now's your wake-up call, punk.. 

Bob lewis, nine, tony stoute, al blount 

The crew, is in effect 

You cannot stop this 

Protect your fuckin neck