lips up Drinkin' liquor 'til I get the hic ups Fuck bad bitches then we switch up Fuck bad bitches then we switch up Watch me shine in my nine, nine
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? Fuck em
ll black out in the mug of suburbanites with little stinger's crew You volunteer for the draft stupid--thats on you!! On some upper middle class romantic notion So the mortar scraps'll fly cry gates
a minute That's the price of the game when you in it Your freedom get strippin away These niggas came through my hood with the nines My man Black hit
me that I don't care, I don't care. Nobody gives a fuck about you in this cold world full of hate. I guess I'll meet you at the black gates, cause I'
fuck bad bitches then we switch up fuck bad bitches then we switch up. [Verse 5: Phats Bossalini] Watch me shine in my nine-nine custom design niggas
bounces Planted on the ground and this fool skyrockets Got a nigga hot enough to want to shake his pockets (all that shit) Roll like biggie, nigga, two glock nines
Warpath Infinite Math Louis and Clark in the orbit of Neptune Found the Event Horizon wrapped in the Devil?s cocoon Time travel though my universal black
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 [Chorus
CREAM Goin' hard under the buildings with Black and Supreme When the scheme failed a teen went to jail, Rah got murdered I was facin' three to nine when
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
mine and clean, nigga, and never bitin' The most favorite emcee in your life Like famous black role models 'cause I always come right Catch his ass at nine
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? Fuck em...
seven two fourteen and two await I'm gettin' blunted out with them niggas in the fuckin' gate I got on my all black steady walkin' up Inferred Under my black
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 [Chorus: Method