to sweat Hittin' somersaults without the net But this'll be the year that we won't forget One, Nine, Nine, Nine Anno Domini Anything goes Be what you
every nigga gone And for every brotha breathin', live to see another mornin' It's blitz nigga the streets glory many die for me Got knocked refused three to nine
like cookouts I'm smoked out, all you MC's, pull your books out Word is bond it's on I get at Dawn like Marvin Gaye Starvin' since the days of Kindergarten
fake bitches Just sip some orange juice with my real bitches And I just got three wishes I ain't askin' for world peace I want Range Rovers in three
' blocks with they guns blowin' Somebody's gonna die tonight Still no one's knowin', so they kept goin' Catchin' dealers comin' out they cars, will they survive? Two semi automatic nines
{Meet Eddie, twenty-three years old Fed up with life and the way things are going He decides to rob a liquor store But on his way in, he has a sudden
Looking out the window down the road And I see the same damn thing Three days to get it on Three days to get it off And three more days to die And
messin' up my mind in the right way I'm ready to play and lay with you Been savin' all my love for a lotta days I'm ready to spend what I saved on you
You know what? Got something to say Yeah, Craig David 7 Days, check it out, yeah On my way to see my friends Who lived a couple blocks away from me As
neighborhood function Throw on my Izod, say a little something When I was just a youngin, before the days of thuggin How me and Charlie Chims (aiyyo what?) I'm only buggin Fast forward, Nine
to fall Gotta get mine, gotta take mine Got a tech nine, reach my prime Gotta make these haters respect mine In the mall till twelve When my schedule wore headset nine
like in Green Bay Lambo' suite look like sugar on the freeway And I'm "Ridin Dirty" 'cause I'm so U-G-K One two three, wait, fo' fo' makes eight Nine
, always be here Love your moms, hate the streets I?ll protect you from fears, always be here To the streets of my house someone not a nine, through
neighing* As the final days begin, God sends four terrible horsemen *horses neighing* To reek his vengeance on a sinfull word. the first three bring Conquest
West side, so I keep L.A. time That's a three-hour difference So when my bitch is a six, she's really a nine In seven days, she'd still be a dime Call
Yeah, it's like this.. Chubb rid-dock, nine-seven on lid-dock Son, rock.. [chorus: billy lawrence *sung*] Do you know, where you're goin to? Do you
bitch swear to God she won't snitch I told her when she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker rich Conspiracy, she'll be home in three Until then I looks
ain't back in the days But you don't hear me though No more cocoa leave io, one two three One two three, all of this to me is a mystery I hear you motherfuckers