Texty:
Plan Nine The Black Gate

lovers torn, Their eyes closed to a gathering storm. They met when they could at the edge of town, In the creeping hours after night was down. The black gates

this for you to dance to?" The man with the plan and the man demands you Leave the smack and the crack for the whack Or the vile and the nine, keep

from across seas Rollin' in MPV's, every week we made forty G's Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine Ch-chick-pow! Move from the gate now Cash

I'll call geisha felatio deeds Like fertilizer bombs packed in air tower compartment docks Sticky fuck revolution shot - send all complaints to rupert murdoch I'll black

now] [ I sang for him, and he isn't here] *birds craw and cackle* It's going down man, word man Sup black? Niggaz is fuckin around my gate man Word

make a livin Fuck the police and judge brennan 'cause I ain't givin in I'm cops so say the notorious killa Last seen in the hilla in a black vigga Smokin

they stop with the plan they plots Got to stop for my gate With (? ) of break Marked niggas caught in, they try to win and get sprayed Rip the gates Go

hurt so bad she couldn't cry He packed his things, walked out the door and drove away And she became the girl from yesterday He took a plane

{You sang beautifully just now I sang for him, and he isn't here} It's going down man, word man Sup black? Niggaz is fuckin' around my gate man Word