Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Battle, artist - 9th Wonder. Date of issue: 18.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Battle |
| Your story would end before it begins |
| I throw your demo CD on the floor of my Benz |
| I got four girlfriends, one ex, and two main chicks |
| Tripped cause they all fell in love, with the same dick |
| The same Nick, who used to drop bars at lunch time |
| Laughed his dumb ass to the bank with all these punchlines |
| A frontline pressin out these ho niggaz |
| Throwin up their gang signs and I’m like, «So, nigga!» |
| A killer who ain’t never had a fight in his whole life |
| You niggaz ain’t gettin at me, on no night |
| Look at me man I swear I’m back on it |
| If she bad but her titties sag, put some racks on it |
| Gotta give a game a lift, with some gangsta shit |
| Only backpack nigga used to hang with Crips |
| Few of us made it out, makin major chips |
| Now the only time I see 'em is on the Vegas Strip |
| Did what we did, got out the hood ebcause we had to |
| The homie in the three-piece suit, he might stab you |
| I’m tattooed, so the hood forever with me |
| Niggaz talkin all that shit, but they never come and get me |
| Hablando, hablando, they talk they talk |
| But when they come to my city, they can’t walk where I walk |
| I’m at King Taco with a fly Ecuadorian |
| Exquisitely exotic, man I’m so California, damn! |
| .And I miss Sean Price |
| Body the beat out in Brooklyn, put that bitch on ice |
| Been nasty with these nouns since Nick at Nite |
| The homie Pat played the track, now it’s Nick on 9th |
| Government names, we in love with the game |
| Y’all niggaz can’t progress cause you fuckin with lames |
| Homie, this Mid City, only thang that I bang |
| From the Legends out to Strange, that ain’t never gon' change |
| I’m dolo, mobbin to the store off the Meadowbrook |
| Tattoos showin and a nigga better never look! |
| You paid them goons so that you can act hard |
| I don’t need security guards, I got God |
| No weapons formed against me, I shall fear no man |
| If it ain’t the Wu-Tang, I shall fear no +Clan+/Klan |
| I rip the white sheet off a redneck Republican |
| It’s Zulu shit, y’all don’t wanna fuck with us again |
| Just play the beat, let the motherfuckin record spin |
| It’s Murs &9th Wonder and we back to fuck it up again |
| So play the beat, let the motherfuckin record spin |
| It’s Murs &9th Wonder and we back to fuck it up again |