Ahh man, this shit is ill
Ahh this shit is butter right here kid
This that old flav kid
I enter the room with the bang and the boom
And the tune where heat fumes, hot like June
I represent the Bronx to the fullest, New York is the essence
I've been writing rhymes since my adolescence
If your shit is wack I must attack
Send lead to your head oh what a bloody mess it's gon' be
That's the flav, when a rapper tries to step to an MC
My skills are grown like a dreadlock
You could never in your life slice a brick with a butterknife
You're living trife, that's aight, my crew loves to fight
Bring the noise, and watch me turn down the volume
Like chicka-pow, buck buck buck, chicka-BOOM!
Not the one to step to, not the one to test
It'll be a bloody mess
Yo that's that AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh shit, shit!
C'mon, c'mon!
Yo that's that AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh shit, shit!
C'mon, c'mon!
I get mad when niggas try to play me like I'm stupid
I start shooting like a revolution, or Cupid
I don't miss, infrared type thing going on
Then move my razor blade like a crossfade on your jawline
You want a fair one, nigga? Put up your dick beater
Your hands are flesh and bone, my hands are flesh and bone
Everybody bleeds, but some fear vocal tones
The devil didn't make me do it, you made me do it
Left you bleeding, and needing
Medical attention with a hole in your head, I forgot to mention
I react like a rattlesnake when under stress
It'll be a ****ing mess
Yo that's that AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh shit, shit!
C'mon, c'mon!
Yo that's that AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh shit, shit!
C'mon, c'mon!
Who's the soul survivor, who gets liver than the
Number One Contender, Nine that's me
Real MC from the Boogie Down B
Underrated suckers hated the fact that I woke up like King Tut
Recognize that you're butt!
Cut the crap, my rap as old as dirt, you get hurt
I fill in blanks like piranhas in goldfish tanks
Niggas is walking the plank off the Empire State Building
I broadcast, quick fast, to **** up that ass!
Leave you brainless when I pull out the stainless steel
Word life son, ahh, shit is real..
AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh SHIT, SHIT!
AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh SHIT, SHIT!
AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh SHIT, SHIT!
AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh SHIT, SHIT!
AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh SHIT, SHIT!
AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh SHIT, SHIT!
AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh SHIT, SHIT!
AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh SHIT, SHIT!
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[Intro: Nine]
Ahh man, this shit is ill
Ahh this shit is butter right here kid
This that old flav kid
[Verse 1: Nine]
I enter the room with the bang and the boom
And the tune where heat fumes, hot like June
I represent the Bronx to the fullest, New York is the essence
I've been writing rhymes since my adolescence
If your shit is wack I must attack
Send lead to your head oh what a bloody mess it's gon' be
That's the flav, when a rapper tries to step to an MC
My skills are grown like a dreadlock
You could never in your life slice a brick with a butterknife
You're living trife, that's aight, my crew loves to fight
Bring the noise, and watch me turn down the volume
Like chicka-pow, buck buck buck, chicka-BOOM!
Not the one to step to, not the one to test
It'll be a bloody mess
[Chorus: Nine {sing-song, with his crew}]
Yo that's that AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh shit, shit!
C'mon, c'mon! [AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh SHIT, SHIT!]
Yo that's that AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh shit, shit!
C'mon, c'mon! [AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh SHIT, SHIT!]
[Verse 2: Nine]
I get mad when niggas try to play me like I'm stupid
I start shooting like a revolution, or Cupid
I don't miss, infrared type thing going on
Then move my razor blade like a crossfade on your jawline
You want a fair one, nigga? Put up your dick beater
Your hands are flesh and bone, my hands are flesh and bone
Everybody bleeds, but some fear vocal tones
The devil didn't make me do it, you made me do it
Left you bleeding, and needing
Medical attention with a hole in your head, I forgot to mention
I react like a rattlesnake when under stress
It'll be a ****ing mess
[Chorus: Nine {sing-song, with his crew}]
Yo that's that AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh shit, shit!
C'mon, c'mon! [AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh SHIT, SHIT!]
Yo that's that AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh shit, shit!
C'mon, c'mon! [AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh SHIT, SHIT!]
[Verse 3: Nine]
Who's the soul survivor, who gets liver than the
Number One Contender, Nine that's me
Real MC from the Boogie Down B
Underrated suckers hated the fact that I woke up like King Tut
Recognize that you're butt!
Cut the crap, my rap as old as dirt, you get hurt
I fill in blanks like piranhas in goldfish tanks
Niggas is walking the plank off the Empire State Building
I broadcast, quick fast, to **** up that ass!
Leave you brainless when I pull out the stainless steel
Word life son, ahh, shit is real..
[Outro]
AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh SHIT, SHIT!
AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh SHIT, SHIT!
AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh SHIT, SHIT!
AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh SHIT, SHIT!
AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh SHIT, SHIT!
AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh SHIT, SHIT!
AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh SHIT, SHIT!
AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh SHIT, SHIT!
📝 纯歌词版本
Ahh man, this shit is ill
Ahh this shit is butter right here kid
This that old flav kid
I enter the room with the bang and the boom
And the tune where heat fumes, hot like June
I represent the Bronx to the fullest, New York is the essence
I've been writing rhymes since my adolescence
If your shit is wack I must attack
Send lead to your head oh what a bloody mess it's gon' be
That's the flav, when a rapper tries to step to an MC
My skills are grown like a dreadlock
You could never in your life slice a brick with a butterknife
You're living trife, that's aight, my crew loves to fight
Bring the noise, and watch me turn down the volume
Like chicka-pow, buck buck buck, chicka-BOOM!
Not the one to step to, not the one to test
It'll be a bloody mess
Yo that's that AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh shit, shit!
C'mon, c'mon!
Yo that's that AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh shit, shit!
C'mon, c'mon!
I get mad when niggas try to play me like I'm stupid
I start shooting like a revolution, or Cupid
I don't miss, infrared type thing going on
Then move my razor blade like a crossfade on your jawline
You want a fair one, nigga? Put up your dick beater
Your hands are flesh and bone, my hands are flesh and bone
Everybody bleeds, but some fear vocal tones
The devil didn't make me do it, you made me do it
Left you bleeding, and needing
Medical attention with a hole in your head, I forgot to mention
I react like a rattlesnake when under stress
It'll be a ****ing mess
Yo that's that AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh shit, shit!
C'mon, c'mon!
Yo that's that AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh shit, shit!
C'mon, c'mon!
Who's the soul survivor, who gets liver than the
Number One Contender, Nine that's me
Real MC from the Boogie Down B
Underrated suckers hated the fact that I woke up like King Tut
Recognize that you're butt!
Cut the crap, my rap as old as dirt, you get hurt
I fill in blanks like piranhas in goldfish tanks
Niggas is walking the plank off the Empire State Building
I broadcast, quick fast, to **** up that ass!
Leave you brainless when I pull out the stainless steel
Word life son, ahh, shit is real..
AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh SHIT, SHIT!
AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh SHIT, SHIT!
AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh SHIT, SHIT!
AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh SHIT, SHIT!
AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh SHIT, SHIT!
AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh SHIT, SHIT!
AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh SHIT, SHIT!
AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh SHIT, SHIT!
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[Intro: Nine]
Ahh man, this shit is ill
Ahh this shit is butter right here kid
This that old flav kid
[Verse 1: Nine]
I enter the room with the bang and the boom
And the tune where heat fumes, hot like June
I represent the Bronx to the fullest, New York is the essence
I've been writing rhymes since my adolescence
If your shit is wack I must attack
Send lead to your head oh what a bloody mess it's gon' be
That's the flav, when a rapper tries to step to an MC
My skills are grown like a dreadlock
You could never in your life slice a brick with a butterknife
You're living trife, that's aight, my crew loves to fight
Bring the noise, and watch me turn down the volume
Like chicka-pow, buck buck buck, chicka-BOOM!
Not the one to step to, not the one to test
It'll be a bloody mess
[Chorus: Nine {sing-song, with his crew}]
Yo that's that AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh shit, shit!
C'mon, c'mon! [AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh SHIT, SHIT!]
Yo that's that AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh shit, shit!
C'mon, c'mon! [AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh SHIT, SHIT!]
[Verse 2: Nine]
I get mad when niggas try to play me like I'm stupid
I start shooting like a revolution, or Cupid
I don't miss, infrared type thing going on
Then move my razor blade like a crossfade on your jawline
You want a fair one, nigga? Put up your dick beater
Your hands are flesh and bone, my hands are flesh and bone
Everybody bleeds, but some fear vocal tones
The devil didn't make me do it, you made me do it
Left you bleeding, and needing
Medical attention with a hole in your head, I forgot to mention
I react like a rattlesnake when under stress
It'll be a ****ing mess
[Chorus: Nine {sing-song, with his crew}]
Yo that's that AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh shit, shit!
C'mon, c'mon! [AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh SHIT, SHIT!]
Yo that's that AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh shit, shit!
C'mon, c'mon! [AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh SHIT, SHIT!]
[Verse 3: Nine]
Who's the soul survivor, who gets liver than the
Number One Contender, Nine that's me
Real MC from the Boogie Down B
Underrated suckers hated the fact that I woke up like King Tut
Recognize that you're butt!
Cut the crap, my rap as old as dirt, you get hurt
I fill in blanks like piranhas in goldfish tanks
Niggas is walking the plank off the Empire State Building
I broadcast, quick fast, to **** up that ass!
Leave you brainless when I pull out the stainless steel
Word life son, ahh, shit is real..
[Outro]
AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh SHIT, SHIT!
AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh SHIT, SHIT!
AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh SHIT, SHIT!
AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh SHIT, SHIT!
AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh SHIT, SHIT!
AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh SHIT, SHIT!
AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh SHIT, SHIT!
AHHH-ahhh-AHHH-ahh SHIT, SHIT!
I gets banned if I do gets banned if I don't
So sometimes I will and sometimes I won't
Puff mad stick crack a forty down the back
Sit fat and relax an...
Man this world we live in
There's two ways to do everything
The right way and the wrong way
Thens there's the short way and the long way
But i'm goina...
I gets banned if I do gets banned if I don't
So sometimes I will and sometimes I won't
Puff mad stick crack a forty down the back
Sit fat and relax an...
Any Emcee -Nine
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 you...
Who you won test me have a champion style
Meet the mic controller the philly roller the wicked one
Said what i said and did what i did
Never catch ano...