[Intro: Cappadonna]

This one right here

1 & 9

[Verse 1: Cappadonna]

Hate to see my brothers minds go dimes blow

Shines glow

No swine no pork

SI NY

Gainsborough

Every thought

Streets talk

Beats talk

East court

Knock your [?] off

Night cellular

Million dollar selling

I score cheddar up

Hard work betta us

[?] tracks

I speak facts

Homies you cheap acts

Nigga I’m G cats cars, money, microphones

Hundreds I keep that

Holding my fort down

My fort sports that east pack

Allow meats

Nigga we eat that

Study work hard make it out

Then we reach back

Monumental love

Continental wishes

Making death wishes

Hood niggas roll out

Dimes and ghetto bitches

Drug money riches

That had good niggas be snitches

Now wait a minute

My gun [?]

It could never be finished

I been in it since the beginning

X amount of free pussy

Free weed, free bombs, free business

For all the hell we been through

Nigga this is for the sinners

It’s my word

Me and Shaeine an dem

Everybody do what they do

Let’s take money, take paper man

Shine on, shine on

It don’t even matter yo

We up the ladder on the reservation man

This is how we do

Shine talk, new talk, new walk

What you goin do nigga

This is how we off the boardwalk

All of ma niggas that getting that paper

Keep getting that paper

[Verse 2: Unique]

Hold up, hold up

I got something to say

Something to spray

Games on if you get in my way

Black gloves in the back

With the 9 in the tray

Pow

Lay you down

All you hear is the sound

See the guard, see the tassle

Yeah I’m sporting a crown

Look around at my cypher

Get torched around

Unique

I’m one different from the rest

Spitting with the tech

Blood leaking from your chest (let’s go)

Surely ain’t one to test

I rest

You at peace

Leave a crease in the beat

Sum’in for the street

Knowledge born

You know the theme of this song

Real minds

I talk mines

That’s how we all stand strong

[Verse 3: GQ]

You put in the couch

I got better plans

But I gotta watch my back

For black vans and pelligrins

Rap fans instead of [?]

Half chance to get it ram

Past friends

And the white chicks

Still saving the last dance

Two steps ahead of you

Ready for all the drama

Talk so heavy [?]

Of yo’ medical marijuana

I’m shredding you in the biz

On some presidential shit

Crash surrender will show you the meaning

Of what reckless is

You can’t do it all on your own

You got a betta chance

Ryna to pull a sword out of stone

You got a betta chance

Stocking goods to board up your home

Cause i’m callin it home

And blow up the mall with a drone

Of cause in the zone

Wildin’ like im violent in a foster home

Toss your bones in a bottomless pit

Or for them organ donors

Offer loan your heart is stone

Starting over in some parts unknown

That will rip you apart

Swim the sharks and get your cartilage torn

[Verse 4: Don Shae]

I’m like a new baby guerilla

That’s born in the wild

Brains spillin on the 5th

Got you snorting on tile

Trained killer

Got a few in the coroner’s now

Easy to kill

And got me bent

When i’m recording my sound

Yeah, i’m from the borough of shaolin

Where the thoroughest niggas is found in

[?] niggas get pound in

Empty the clip

Throw another round in

Then jump in the black benz with surround sound in

My flows so deep niggas could drown in it

Adjacent to crystal lake

And sticking them clowns in it

Get stripped down in it

Exchange shots if you down with in

Between shots filled with browns [?]

Got the bank with the mounts in it

Five grand, this is my last roll

Then imma bounce, dig it

Platinum bridge in his mouth

With diamonds mount in it

Cause there’s a lot of zeros in my accounts [?]

Filthy fuck boys hanging on [?] again

Cause I shoot bullets you can’t block

Like adrian peterson

You don’t wanna see shae on these streets again

Cause the sk sleep again

Gotta call in da and police again

I got too many guns for one person

Main street or back block

Catch it my gun’s bursting

You can catch me

Smack dab on the strip

Guns like calisthenics

Burn your abs with the fifths

So everytime you see me

The big mags on my hip

Fully loaded clips

For all you fags on my dick

And I shoot it sideways

Like bruce willis on his last flick

So move easy

And 9 [?] are blasting

You won’t last in the streets

And when it get cold

I turn it up

With the flash from the heat

Low bass settle deep

So go ahead and play with it

Turn your face into tomato sauce

When the tray hit it

[Outro:]

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