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Nine - No Part a Me lyrics
"Step right up.." (look around, look around, look around..) "Boys and girls" (*repeats*) "Ladies and gentlemen.." (look around, look around, look around..) "Step right up.." "Boys and girls" (*repeats*) "Ladies and gentlemen.." [Nine] I remove rappers out the frame like pictures Got more lyrics, than scriptures The irrational tormentor, terrorizin pretenders Knockin out gold fronts and dentures I enter, the chamber with a candle, harass and dismantle I'm too hot to handle - grab ya mitten So let it be written, let it be done We got a whole ton of choke to smoke before I go broke So toke, I hope you understand You're lyrically handicapped I'm strapped, ready for combat, and all that Whatcha sayin mean faces resemble wrecked cars So unwrinkle your mug and relax God My heart pumps no juices, intimidation is useless Excuses excuses you ain't really ruthless I'll tap your shorty, out of this world Leave her frizzy, cause I knock the juice off the curl, what? "Step right up.." (look around, look around, look around..) "Boys and girls" (*repeats*) "Ladies and gentlemen.." [Chorus] You want no part of me, not even a fragment Left the replacement laced in the basement It ain't hardly that easy to spark me, don't start me Believe me, you don't want no part of me [Nine] Grey skies for you sonny, ass-out Baby with the runs, and you with no Pamper money Protect ya body, Wu already got ya neck Nine'll leave ya leakin like pipes in the projects You get jiggy but you don't compare I'm out of the question like a crackhead, workin for daycare I remix you then pause Pussies like you end up on all fours with no drawers I came through the doors in 1994 like never before In ninety-five I went on tour, while you slept on the floor Reality my style is legit And if you can't hit you need to sit or quit and don't say shit Amateur night, I'm a all-year pro, you sleepin Get off the NoDoz and buy some new effin clothes - you don't want it [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Nine] Say somethin.. knew it! Not enough of the main fluid, sound good when you say it and look stupid when you try to do it - I'm nuttin to fool wit Who you went to school with, "The Fresh Prince of Bel Air?" Wouldn't waste a bullet on you, I can dead you with a mean stare You too easy to scare, and I don't care Whatcha say just mess around and try it Get hit up with a hundred silencers cause I bring the Quiet Riot Put your money where your mouth is and I'll buy it Twist your tongue up so fuckin bad, you won't be able to untie it Stay out of my circumfrence when I'm mic checkin I ain't sayin you lose nigga - I'm sayin you comin in second.. [Chorus] - repeat 2X |
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