الأغاني:
Life Before This Nines And Tens

I walk in I hear the record player The kids are playing video games and counting clouds This room looks hungry because we all inhale The remedy, the

Vodka before this pimp will hit It's street justice, now it's six hole in your casket Give me a high five and I'll put that nine lower than your esophagus

pillow, or better yet a mattress You can't match this style or attack this While I'm telling you, write on schedule Fuck with K-R-S and I'll bury you

Here's a token Ramp is smokin I'm no joke and I leave your face broken This is survival of the fittest Get wit us All you critics and bullshitters My nine

Here's a token Ramp is smokin I'm no joke and I leave your face broken This is survival of the fittest Get wit us All you critics and bullshitters My nine

a gangsta, a bitch is a bitch Change up and switch fuck around and then snitch Walk, gangstas just walkin' Talking that gangsta talk with that gangsta walk Count the homies off by the tens, and

shit but my strife and my game and my life and all thems is just hand downs from my granddaddy lidvens for them whose black folks ever came to here to steal and

(Man can only rape his mother for so long) One nine nine nine (what yeah) Gotta get a grip on come on What's this fuckin' world coming to? Run

, And while the meek obey to repeat defeat. (Mother nature releases). Come suffer with me! (repeated 3x). Fred: One-nine, nine-nine (what, yeah!)