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9th street - again lyrics

[verse 1: pumpz]

i cannot f-ck with no snitch, like free all my bros in the bin
they hit [?] with a 4 stretch, my n-gg- still f-ck wit’ them bricks
buss it down when i load up the package
all my 9ers do road its a habit
when 9 don’t feel it, come like cillit, the way that my broski bang it
them n-gg-s talk beef, got no teeth, them man need to go to the dentist
if i ever got slapped wit’ a book, just know that i’m ridin my sentence
seen n-gg-s switch, seen n-gg- snitch, why d’you think bro got sentenced
lz came thru wit’ the light, can’t you see the shine on the pendant

[verse 2: n90]

walked in wit’ the big boy clip
gang need the 90, i just stick wit’ dem
i was holding bells, you was holdin kids
you might back out tings, but i back them quick
i’m eating first, i ain’t takin’ risks
best take a [?] or your life at risk
hop out wagon, opps doin’ dash, n-gg-s should’ve had their wheetabix
pulled up, like ‘whose that? n9′, if you add a zero then its fergie time
gang ride out like the autobots, metal on me, call me optimus prime
militant attack on a opp block, random
bro tryna see whose the last one standin’
how many times have we built that hill
do it with bro like jack and jill

[hook: rzo munna]

them boys tryna be like we, we ain’t tryna be like them
dead ting stepped into the 9, she get a 2 outta 10
we did ’em so dirty. then we just did ’em again
got me feelin’ like soze, telling the ting go back to your friends
them boys tryna be like we, we ain’t tryna be like them
dead ting stepped into the 9, she get a 2 outta 10
we did ’em so dirty. then we just did ’em again
got me feelin’ like soze, telling the ting go back to your friends

[verse 3: soze]

bruk down corsa’s, bruk down package
dis bruk back do damage
and the opp dem come like wenger, not one of them could manage
on the opp block, runnin’ down opps, first time i seen a human vanish
and the opps dem ain’t on rubbish
b-tch stop shaking your -ss, go back to your friends, your -ss is rubbish
and this bruk back long like crouch, and still making man dance like sturridge
north west 9, we run it
all of my g’s got courage
rise that tool, take a breath then buss it
she lookin’ at me, i’m lookin’ at her, tell her come over here an’ buss it
tell a bad b-tch come buss it
i’m slappin’ her -ss, she love it
i’m scoring these points they hate it
would’ve thought that soze was a barber
the way he’s gettin’ these b-tches faded
scoring these points, its amazing
on the phone, talking ’bout money to bro, now i got visions like raven

[hook: rzo munna]

- 9th street lyrics

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