[00:00.00] 作词 : Daniel Keyes/Rob Lewis
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Daniel Keyes/Rob Lewis
[00:03.09][Verse 1]
[00:19.29]I gets banned if I do gets banned if I don't
[00:22.05]So sometimes I will and sometimes I won't
[00:25.08]Puff mad stick crack a forty down the back
[00:27.03]Sit fat and relax and plan my attack
[00:29.70]Not the one to test I possess mad finesse
[00:31.98]My Buddha was blessed one bird in the nest
[00:34.68]Chills with my peeps steady bouncing in Jeeps
[00:36.96]On the New York streets hittin' urban concrete
[00:39.42]I'm the man untestable, with the extra-
[00:42.03]Terrestrial flow, Four Fifty Six Cee-Lo
[00:44.91]Pop the top off the forty ounce bottle
[00:47.04]I'm not the one to follow, I'm not the role model
[00:49.59]Hollow tips in my clips money grip and my Glock
[00:52.08]Only spits when I react to the bullshit
[00:54.69]So give me room to breathe and get up off DEEZ
[00:57.39]And save the confessions for JEESuz
[00:59.52]Plus I don't need to hear no sorrow
[01:01.86]Eff it, the sun will still come out tomorrow
[01:04.38]Long as I'm breathing, needing, even like
[01:06.81]Steven, achieving, gettin some cheese and
[01:09.30]Representin' lovely, Boogie Down Bronx major
[01:12.15]With the project flavor, I made ya
[01:14.28]Daze ya, my behavior is mad ill if you front
[01:17.19]You know what I want!
[01:18.09][Chorus]
[01:19.71](Whutcha want Nine?) Fat beats for my rhymes
[01:22.26](So whutcha want Nine?) Mad clips for my nines
[01:25.05](So whutcha want Nine?) An ill posse
[01:26.40]And my name up in lights, N-I-N-E
[01:28.29][Verse 2]
[01:29.10]I'mma let you know how I feel on the real, I pack
[01:31.56]Steel, it's like a jungle, makes me wonder where my heel hits the
[01:34.08]Bricks, skips the dog shit, completin' my cipher
[01:36.42]Temper like Rowdy Roddy Piper, hyper like a
[01:39.09]Viper, I'mma strike if I gotta
[01:40.95]Goin' for the jugular stretch you like a copper stoppah
[01:43.80]Stoppah, but you can't stop me
[01:45.96]Just clock me, just watch me blow up the spot G
[01:48.87]Came a long way from back in the day
[01:51.00]We did it for no pay, just rhymin' hit the hay and
[01:53.73]Sleep, wake up, write another rhyme
[01:56.07]Hit the park after dark, drop the beat one time
[01:58.83]That's when shit was real, no phonies no bologna
[02:01.59]Just a homie, mics and wheels of steel
[02:03.75]Backup from the roof, amp plugged in the street light
[02:06.21]Everything right, jam over: street fight
[02:08.76]Back to the lab I grab my pen and pad
[02:10.89]Raw lyrics make a sore and a scab
[02:13.05]Had no dinero, enough get fo' chicken wings and rice
[02:16.32]A forty ounce a nickel bag to get nice
[02:18.57]And now I might make a million, and still son
[02:21.00]It makes the heart pump, you know what I want
[02:23.16][Chorus]
[02:24.06](Whutcha want Nine?) Fat beats for my rhymes
[02:26.49](So whutcha want Nine?) Mad clips for my nines
[02:28.35](So whutcha want Nine?) An ill posse
[02:30.72]And my name up in lights, N-I-N-E
[02:32.40][Verse 3]
[02:47.82]Be like Elmer J. Fudd with the mansion and the yacht
[02:50.73]Brand new Glock non-stop hip-hop
[02:53.01]Remote control boombox lampin' on my dresser
[02:55.62]The God ain't no lesser as the pressure comes to test ya
[02:58.05]Hundred pound weight around the neck, daily
[03:00.36]Nuff treasons, nuff reasons like Philip Bailey
[03:03.09]Can't get enough of that funky stuff
[03:05.19]Rhymin' astronomical, original, shit is phenomenal
[03:08.01]Heat up the ghetto put the pedal to the metal
[03:10.17]Speed like Racer treat you like a wack rhyme and erase ya
[03:12.96]Right off the paper, roll a big fat spliff
[03:15.15]Four-fifth on the hip, Heineken in the grip shit
[03:17.88]I'm ready, get the keys for the Jeep, let's bounce
[03:20.19]Cruise avenues, get some brews and sing the blues with the
[03:23.07]Funkmaster Flex cassette in the deck
[03:25.41]I'm in effect I move my neck while Son gets wreck
[03:28.08]Oh what a feeling, I'm on the wheels of steel and
[03:30.33]I snatch up some skins for some sexual healing
[03:32.67]Erything's kosher copacetic, groovy hip-hop moves me
[03:35.76]Soothes me, I'm letting off like an Uzi
[03:38.16]But first steps a doozy and bruise me
[03:40.14]Now I'm choosy before I start to freak it like a floozy
[03:43.02]I wanna get big get paid true stunt
[03:45.54]You know what I want!
[03:46.50][Chorus]
[03:48.06](Whutcha want Nine?) Fat beats for my rhymes
[03:50.55](So whutcha want Nine?) Mad clips for my nines
[03:53.40](So whutcha want Nine?) An ill posse
[03:54.75]And my name up in lights, N-I-N-E