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two-9 - by the hour lyrics

[verse 1: lightskinmac11]
said it’s pits on the fence in case i catch a ‘fense
and i’m never on the porch case them boys are broke
and them boys talking down hanging by a rope
baby blue pit had to show ’em the ropes
never sh-t where you eat, baby boy you gotta know
every ho that’s a freak ain’t green to go
nowadays hair r-t-rded, doin’ something with their throats
gotta be 21, you won’t catch me in court
open suitcase, n-gg- o.t
don’t front dawg, sh-t get ufc
don’t front dawg, ever i see you
you’ll need an iv if ever i see you

[hook: key!]
playin’ with my money, you’s a goner
sh-t get weird, dennis rodman
pack a n-gg-‘s play, iguodala
talkin’ ’bout money get me riled up
young n-gg- i get paid by the hour
spend a young man, this sh-t’s mine, it ain’t ours
man i got pull, i got power
man i got pull, i got power

[verse 2: cartier dave]
to me, less is more, pay attention to detail
n-gg-s [?] be bed but they be frail
type you caine with the cuts like a weak scale
but i mean well, this cartier smellin’ like chanel
got her browin’ back bouquets like she wear a veil
with my foe like crusade, b-tch you know ’em well
and if bro get locked today know i got his bail
and these words that i say got diamonds in the mail
east side n-gg- with more bars than rice street
got this b-tch on go, now her ex want to fight me
call that b-tch a plumber, she be right where the pipe be
i been hustling all summer, now my bank account nike

[verse 3: curtis williams]
talking down about the gang then we gon’ cause a scene
f-ck you for the culture n-gg-s, two-9 been a team
ain’t ask for help boy, i did this sh-t my d-mn self
so when i get it i’ma spend this sh-t my d-mn self
need more than just an eighth or two
hope you ain’t bring no date with you
get around the gang, i promise that she will not stay with you
these p-ssy n-gg-s got a lot to say
i need a crib that’s in the hills, yeah that’s a lot to pay
so i got a lot to make, these n-gg-s h-lla fake
won’t say sh-t to your face, back up and give me sp-ce
yeah, uh, i’m counting money by the hour
make it by the hour, spend it by the hour

[verse 4: jace]
i got power like the lights so i’m on start
all my money fast but i’m on bars
free that boy bobby, f-ck a dumb charge
do the same for my dawgs, two-9 no gun boy
so east side it’s a god d-mn shame
they angry ’bout it, i don’t know a god d-mn thing
i am too cool, i am three hot
i’m little three on [?] in oh-four and oh-five
f-ck your intel, you just tellin’ lies
i got [?] like the tide, they smell when i’ve arrived
send the clips in overdrive, i can’t even lie
do a line and sip a line, say i did it for the god
boy don’t play with mines

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