| Ugh
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| I’m from the nine nigga
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| And this for me and my niggas
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| Ugh
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| I’m from the nine nigga
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| And this for me and mines
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| Ugh
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| I’m from the nine nigga
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| And this for me and my niggas
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| Ugh
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| I’m from the nine nigga
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| Riiiiiiiiiiight
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| Ugh
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| I’m from the nine nigga, and this for me and my niggas
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| Started from nothin', nigga ground zero, way before I wrote my first rhyme nigga
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| Way before the shine nigga
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| To the man hallway with the sour smell
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| They call us urban terrorist cause, we was 9 11 way before the towers fell
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| Back when the era was cracked up
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| P you was running up on niggas pasts ugh
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| 119th street, we renamed it cause everything backwards
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| I’m a murder side nigga, they tried to murder my nigga
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| Went and put tattoos around the gun wounds
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| And went harder with the crippin'
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| Thuggin' is understandable
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| Street shit could turn a nigga to an animal
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| How ya mind frame on some Vyvanse
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| Well livin' is all we plan to do
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| Bein' black ain’t easy
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| Roll me up another joint, word to
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| In the ack sippin' yack, with my nigga td
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| 9 to nothin', on the block where we be
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| Really, a product of the 9 now with my brother Willie
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| Really, crushin' purple haze about to to a philly
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| Illy, to make a nigga quit mothafuckas gotta kill me
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| Really, I wanna be great, you gotta feel me
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| I come from being piss poe, up in bob d with bach and brisco, junebug sippin'
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| cisco
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| Petty dice games mad ones gotta
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| Even the bitches get wicked
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| Even tougher than most niggas
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| Tray deuce keep a
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| Fuck around and get smoked will ya
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| It ain’t real unless it’s tatted on you
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| 9 11 on my hand son
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| No matter where I’m at in the world, I remember where I came from
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| Boutta roll me up a quarter, continue to catch rap, that word to little Walter
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| Still piss by the garbage can on the corner
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| 9 11 nigga till' I’m chillin' with the coroner |