Da Fundamentalz lyrics

Artist  : Nine 
Song : Da Fundamentalz



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[Nine]
I waste MC's like time
who wanna
know the incredible original Nine
Burnin MC's
at degrees of five hundred farenheit
Drop em
back to celsius lord help me it's insane
Pop
like tops on 40 o z's
Make cheese while you
sweat me for the proceeds
I survived cause I
strived
then I cock back my fist and PUNCH out
ya insides
Who's left cause Nine got
rights
I squeeze tecs like spandex mad tight
(right right)
One on one, don't you make me
buck you with my gun, baby
I'm tired of
playing all these games
It seems like I-yah
can't get time out anymore
My name is Nine and
your name is mud
When I come down, I-yah haffa
come down raw
Just say, ohh, ohh, listen to
the Nine my style is fat
Just say, no, no,
sucker MC's know they rhymes are wack
Just
say, oh take your best shot, lemme see whatcha
got
Ain't got a lot, run from red dot, spot
like cop
Oh lord, I got the drop, shot the
blood claat
Non-stop, pop pop pop pop goes the
gat
Still fat, still black
I still rap, and
yo' ass is stilL WACK
Who's that nigga with
the booyaka?
It's the one and only Nine and
I'm doin ya
Weeded daily, always pack a half
ounce G
Put springs in your boots and still
can't outbounce me
(Check one check two check
tree)
Check as many as you want, but come
check me, N-I-N-E

Chorus: Nine (repeat
2X)

Oh God I got Da
Fundamentalz
Nine'll grab the mic and rip up a
instrumental
Oh God I got Da
Fundamentalz
Nine'll grab the mic and rip up a
instrumental

[Nine]
Rock, the body body,
rock the body body
Nine wants a hottie that
treats me like I'm daddy daddy
The format I
use, steps on blue suede shoes
I guzzle brews
then mic check ONE TWO
I shake and bake the
world, rearrange
like the chemical jheri curl,
drink til I earl
*throws up* Excuse me, where
was I? Stay fly
Never ran, never will, do or
die
Chocolate thai got me lifted
No
mistake, hit like a earthquake, son I'm
gifted
N-I-N-E, came up in lights
I rock
mics, down with street fights and chalice
pipes
Niggaz know my steelo I'm 40
Below
Deep flow, act like you fuckin
know
Infrared beams, baggy jeans, mic
screens
Caffeine and nicotine makes me fiend
I'm mean like Joe Greene
Down with a team, on
point like the damn laser beam
It ain't no
fuckin dream
I pull styles out my ass like
doodoo (SHIT)
Nine makes MC's quick quick
flick the Bic to the izz
Light, pull smoke,
blow it in your area
with jaws, like a pitbull
terrier
I attack instrumentals with
Fundamentalz
off the head, no pen, no paper,
no pencils
With the device I'm nice, if the
price is right
I tear the motherfucker up all
night
Bomb diddy bomb ba dang a dang
I got
slang like Wu-Tang not many can
hang

Chorus

[Nine]
For those who
are unaware
This is another Fed Production
warning
to all wack, sucker ass, punk ass
crews
And all you industry niggaz who was
sleeping
Now's your wake-up call,
punk..

Bob Lewis, Nine, Tony Stoute, Al
Blount
The crew, is in effect
You cannot
stop this
Protect your fuckin neck