Da9 (INTRO)

They call me Evo, I'm from the 9th Don't do a mini, just be in my style
I'm a slime, I love my doggy, name that bitch Nina I let her go, she gon' bite if I need
her Ain't eat in a minute, so I gotta feed her
I'm walkin' down in a cloak like the Reaper I got a family, I'm charted for features

And if you ain't gang, then believe I don't need you
They hear how I flow, they like, who that? What's the secret, how you do that
But my flow can be copied, there's no cap And them demons I'm with ain't got no rap
So if you got a problem, then tap in Send an op on the ride like strap in

I was soft, but I'm harder since back then All my niggas like family, so fuck friends
24-7, I'm locked and loaded Not like the rest of my bluff, I told it
I'm pullin' up if I catch him, I go, skunk I cut that boy in the middle of Pulse
And lettin' it go, but we ain't talkin' frills And thought he was hard, and the pressure

he folded Tackle this toe, watch his body get colder
This shit, they yell, we hittin' the floor, though
I know some niggas, they all want me dead But I still walk around just like everything
fine Pride is pressure, and I see they breakin

And that's motivation, let's keep up the grind Bust down the necker so they see the shine
Bans at the top, if you wastin' my time Bitch, I'm the ticket, yeah, I'm the one
Put my life on these lines, I don't do this for fun
We ain't stoppin' for twelve, take the pigs on the run

I see the opps, and I clutch on the gun Give them the clip, then I go on the run
Mission accomplished, they told me, done Now here, Pac, he gon' fuck up your lungs
And whoever want smoke, we gon' turn them to ruts
We get to work, kick it out like a punter Just me and the gang, we be slidin' for fun

I got hollows for niggas, need to bark if I pull on that trigger
How you gangin', you told on your niggas How your family but turned to a witness
He ain't solid, he talk to the district Thought your bitch was the one, but she trickin
You got squares in your circle, then fix it How your family with deadly intentions

Where your heart, where that carmony a biscuit He was tough, but his energy missin
Guess the heart was so separate, we shippin' I'm an opps, I move with the gang
Hit his front, then they knock out his back Welcome, Brooke, then I'm huggin' the track
Hit a bro, he gon' throw me a pack We got ounces of ace to the gas

Ayy, ayy, it's the nine or nothin' If a nigga move wrong, we crush him
Or we talk to the opps, fuck him Or we smoke on the gang, dump him
If he reach for his side, up it If he pullin', then he better bust it
How you ain't bout to blow, but you clutchin'? I'll blow up his top on some Trump shit

The Nine