Da Hol 9 – Da Hol’ 9 – letras

[Talking: 1-Kemo 2-Kaos]2- Uhhh, ok1- Yeah, let it run1- Oh we recordin?2- Uhh yeah1- Oh2- Spit that shit nigga1- Gonna spit this shit here(Verse 1: Kemo)I’ll take you back to when I was a kidWhen I used to let them Kirkwood bitches suck my dickHope I don’t be doin no time when the summer endNow add 2 to 99 bitch what you come up wit?Real nigga STL, the fuckin slumsI kill niggaz that’s too big, I got my gunNow I slept up wit some mattresses and couldn’t eatI’m tryin to make my way from steak and pickin pigs feetFrom rollin 6 deep, bustin out the wager-neerSee I’m a hunter, but bitch I ain’t cappin deerI’m tryin to put some muthafuckas in some body bagsHol’ 9, flatline through your body bagThurl shit, thurl figgas, and thurl clothesThurl click, thurl niggaz and thurl hoesThe world thinkin that Kemo ain’t up on his toesI watch my fuckin back cuz I never know all my foesMuthafucka(Hook: 1- Kemo 2- Kaos)2- What the fuck you niggaz comin wit?1- Da Hol’ 9 dogg2- Oh you niggaz got some thurl shit?1- Right on it derty »What the fuck y’all niggaz workin wit? »1- We wit that nah’jae »So where you wanna meet us at? »1- Down in the lobby(Verse 2: Mr.McFeezee)Da Hol’ 9 derty, pounds and swoll dimes dertyA hustle horse so I can ‘ford mines dertyBetta watch yo back you wouldn’t thinkThat a nigga like me would come across that ass and snatch that minkWatch how you shine, put ya face in the front of articlesDon’t interrupt the way I’m breakin down my particlesJust first for work, betta believe that I’m the first to jerkAim perticipatin hard portions of the gameWhen you itch my click, which you carry plushisions of dick30 pounds, fake problems plus hittin them bricksDa Hol’ 9 nigga(Hook)(Verse 3: Kaos)You can’t get no mo outta me, I’m like hoes wanna get they tube socksThe 9 is my strap, keeps it on my back that plus my shoe sizeI’m a thurl ass cat wit 9 lives but y’all can cut, its like yo lawn mowerDa Hol’ 9 wit me see I’m like that combo, nah mo6 times the niggaz try to subtract and divide Da Hol’ 9 but he was just voientCuz he knowin the shit like 2 loads up in the toiletWe like 2 straights up in that sergeant, got you by margin, got Mr. McFarlandAnd none of this shit is funny like Shining MarlinI remember when you give me play, but now its he say, she sayYou fine now, he rhyme now, Kaos he DJHe bring that heat up through them speakers girl he on the BeatPlus he fuck wit Trisha and Shaniqua but them freaks skeetBut you see these hoes keep my name in they mouth like dickBut I don’t get it, I must be the shit (derty you ain’t get it)I guess you right though, who’s gives a fuck about a lil trife ho?That shit be blowin, pass a nigga the fuckin light mo(Kaos)Blow him, that’s it’s russThat’s track engineer (laughing)Next track dick face