Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Nine
Nine
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Derrick Keyes
Derrick Keyes
Komponist:in

Lyrics

Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms Any emcee that disagree, wave your arms Rat-a-tat-tat, it's the nappy black cat with no hat Back to chat like Super Cat with my format black Attack a track like Ali with no gloves Pussy shoved to rise above nonsense, lyrics are able Turntable spins, round and round we go Goin' for delft, you know, dolo, with a ill flow yo! (What you want Nine?) Told you, fat beats like this A pocket full of grip, mic in my fist, no bullshit I'm all that and then some, hon blow up like a shotgun Any emcee that disagree is done, you best run I creep, and I crawl and I yes and I y'all And I refuse to fall, so all in all The God works hard, I practice my verbal gymnastics To get your girl on my mattress I love to hit it hard from the back I'm the man with the plan, you can't disagree with that Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms Any emcee that disagree, wave your arms The last emcee to disagree is now history No longer an emcee, he is now PC I'm real and real emcees know that Only fake emcees disagree, that's why they whack! I do 'em somethin' terrible, I'm incredible Like the edible egg, arm, leg, leg, arm, head Who's the dread that said boom da da? It's flavor it don't matter, swing batter, swing batter Knock 'em out the park, after dark I spark L's Write rhymes to exercise my brain cells, count the cash in my stash Cash money money money, I need I got a seed to feed and like most a touch of greed Gettin' paid completes the cypher Bein' broke is like havin' no blunts, just a lighter It's about the dead prez in the nines And I am the nine, gettin' mine, no crime Any emcee Any emcee Any emcee Any emcee Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms I came a long way like Virginia Slims From beat down Timbs to co-op cribs and Jeeps with rims From fo' chicken wings and rice to lobster with champagne No ice now, everything is lovely, a'ight? Nothing can stop me now, I'm on the prowl You can play the Indian, but there's no how I'm the one and only incredible original Nine Like the sun will shine, I will always rhyme Like Pam Grier is fine, I gets mine like two nickels Is a dime, prime time like a new crime The church bells will chime when I stand at the pulpit And like Erick give a Sermon, mad money I'm earnin' Remember, the saint ain't as great as the sinner Like C. Boogie Brown, I was born on the 19th day of September Nine, the number one contender Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms Any emcee that disagree, wave your arms
Writer(s): Thomas Randolph Bell, Phillip Levi Hurtt, Robert Lewis, Derrick C. Keyes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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