| Lyrics: | [First Verse:]
I went through with the plan, now the man sendin' me grams,
My coke
organization still infestin' the land,
No joke, built my Mama an estate in the
Bahamas,
Crops of marijuana protected by Big Timers,
Hand, full of ice, it's gangsta's
paradise,
Expensive merchandise, I had to sacrifice for the glamourous life,
Don P. for
breakfast, Benz, stretches, and Lexus,
Distribution of coke from Louisiana to Texas,
Some
fabricated, but fascinated by the way that I made it,
Now my name is implicated with the
greatest
Wearin' the latest, leather fatigues and B.B.H.,
Brand new Mercedes, parked in
front of my new estate,
Twelve o' clock we gave him, caviar, is what we ate,
Party with
killas, paraphrenalia full of projects,
Dope snorters or prospects, the rob your shop
necks,
But I gets pissed and send hits, don't fuck with my shit
Wig split, the heel, whoever
he roll with,
Admit it, you did it, tongue too tied? Well say somethin'
Nine's bustin',
bringin' your platoon to destruction,
Continue to hustlin', givin' up nothin' where the dope
at?
Crackers can get the Bauds at, because I'm pro Black,
Think I'm a foreigner, he wasn't
holdin' up his side of his deal,
Alien gotta be killed, sent to the coroner,
I'm sure he
would have gone before the judge
With somethin' concrete, to send me, cuz
He was holdin' a
grudge, fuckin' over a thug,
Told my bitch I want him dead,
Bring me his head, fill him with
lead,
Heard what I said? Don't betray me,
I'll put you on the streets and make you
weak,
With carrots and stones up on fingers and your teeth,
And built you a home next to
the beach,
And luxury cars we creep
Here's the nine, I do |
