Nine Times
Nine nine nine i got juice runnnin through my mind
All those words all those lines
Cant beleive we didnt realize
Notha legend gone in his prime
Its okay dont cry roll up good weed
Put it in the sky grab yo gun
Point it up Bust it nine times
Grab a bottle dump that bitch for the ones that lived
And died
Told myself im not gone cry
Now there's a tear underneath my eye
Guess im the one takin people out they prime
No i never knew juice but i wish i did
In my life
You can prolly say the same
Sing along if im right
Nine nine nine
Nine nine nine
For you I will make time
For you I will flat line
Devil said he wanna take mine
Soul strong and bright baby you cant kill my shine
For you i will make time
Please just don't waste mine
Playin with me life's on the line
Life's on the line
Flatline
Flatline
Black white and red
Black top withe bottoms
Spot em got em
Blood make red bottoms
Bad bitch wheres the rubber
Who got condoms
I was broke now we fuck up commas
I got juice runnnin through my mind
All those words all those lines
Cant beleive we didnt realize
Notha legend gone in his prime
Its okay dont cry roll up good weed
Put it in the sky grab yo gun
Point it up Bust it nine times
Grab a bottle dump that bitch for the ones that lived
And died
All those words all those lines
Cant beleive we didnt realize
Notha legend gone in his prime
Its okay dont cry roll up good weed
Put it in the sky grab yo gun
Point it up Bust it nine times
Grab a bottle dump that bitch for the ones that lived
And died
Told myself im not gone cry
Now there's a tear underneath my eye
Guess im the one takin people out they prime
No i never knew juice but i wish i did
In my life
You can prolly say the same
Sing along if im right
Nine nine nine
Nine nine nine
For you I will make time
For you I will flat line
Devil said he wanna take mine
Soul strong and bright baby you cant kill my shine
For you i will make time
Please just don't waste mine
Playin with me life's on the line
Life's on the line
Flatline
Flatline
Black white and red
Black top withe bottoms
Spot em got em
Blood make red bottoms
Bad bitch wheres the rubber
Who got condoms
I was broke now we fuck up commas
I got juice runnnin through my mind
All those words all those lines
Cant beleive we didnt realize
Notha legend gone in his prime
Its okay dont cry roll up good weed
Put it in the sky grab yo gun
Point it up Bust it nine times
Grab a bottle dump that bitch for the ones that lived
And died
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Writer(s): Zack P Serio
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