9milli
10-18-2003, 03:34 PM
Young Rice
rippin kids like I be splittin wigs/
accumilatin wins like th graves I dig/
Sparkin shit fakes niggas partin lips/
Talk they shit but their cars in park dumb bitch/
Run up to passenger gat wll major damage ya/
call me a carpenter the way I hammer ya/
Stay in beef like I was havin sex wit milk cows/
Keep the heat and spit flows that raise eyebrows/
Enlighten thoughts skills I've taught/
Triggerin shit like a gun or maybe thoughts/
Craking the blunt, balzin the skunk got a body in tha trunk/
Winnin awards, slingin these swords like a samurai/
When you think of my rank you better look up at the sky/*
9Milli
u can't touch this muhfucka like hammer time
i ram a rhyme in throat so u choke on my words
hope i don't see u n twist n pivot
call me names n this bitch'll swing it n y'all be singin
for ur life on ur knees i'll kill ur wife after i take ur keys
run up in ur house wit these spark shit hotter than a 100degrees
more clever than 100 students wit 100 degrees
u better hope theres never not another one of me
because two would definitely mean the demise of every emcee
the scheme to see is to get this paper in stacks instead of wafers
i gotta pay for all kinds of shit and take all kinds of shit
but my minds for spit not for 9-5 , i pull my nine n drive
its time to grind tonight pullin out some frauds spines on time
i blow up the club like landmines on the dancefloor
don't step to me i hate whores or u'll be in bits n pieces
i rip wit dudes screeches my flow teaches these kids to rhyme
i'll do bids to shine i'm rid of the attitude kind
i'll stretch my bars longer than longitude n latitude find/*
Young Rice
Passin time rippin all of mankind/
can't see the conclusion, u must be blind/
my sight is hind perplexin vsion prepare inscisions/
Always winning, u were pretendin from the beginnin/
Dudes comin at me with talk, but I close their mouths with a gun like caulk/
Cardinal chief nigga Marshall like Faulk/
Gettin the kills defacin these seals, better than real/
Only time niggaz got mo rec is when they get thier deal/
Tough pill to swallow, have a chase of hollows/
Skill is owned nigga, somethin you can't borrow/
If I die tomorrow, cry but not in sorrow/
Just remember the nigga wit the hard flow/
Just in case the titles owner iisn't replaced/
I'll take it out the front like a bullet to tha face/
Tell whoever ya want, boast and flaunt/
Young Rice says:
Niggas comin at me and I didn't even taunt/
Vaccinatin this disease, these fake emcees/
Nigga please, these faggits couldn'r shoot tha breeze/
I shoot in threes to ya restin place, call me Tres/
Cause 1 nigga with 2 guns'll equally damage the hate/
Finish them off, niggaz is soft, need to take body viagra/
The crown. that's my motive, that what I'm after/*
9Milli
i leave emcees asses on a platter n bodies all splattered
i gotta eat make my bread fatter so fuck all this chitter chatter
i'm more than a battler cos i'm unlikely to take a defeat
in these streets unless its a heist like polergeist KOing around
i sell yayo by the pound n i can go round for round
whether it be from the gat or we can go to war in the ring
but u know the king so let the bell ring n i'll bring a swing
that'll be so hard it'll even hurt ur next of kin
who's next to take it to the chin
get in n i'll spin ur brain n win cos haters just can't refrain
rippin kids like I be splittin wigs/
accumilatin wins like th graves I dig/
Sparkin shit fakes niggas partin lips/
Talk they shit but their cars in park dumb bitch/
Run up to passenger gat wll major damage ya/
call me a carpenter the way I hammer ya/
Stay in beef like I was havin sex wit milk cows/
Keep the heat and spit flows that raise eyebrows/
Enlighten thoughts skills I've taught/
Triggerin shit like a gun or maybe thoughts/
Craking the blunt, balzin the skunk got a body in tha trunk/
Winnin awards, slingin these swords like a samurai/
When you think of my rank you better look up at the sky/*
9Milli
u can't touch this muhfucka like hammer time
i ram a rhyme in throat so u choke on my words
hope i don't see u n twist n pivot
call me names n this bitch'll swing it n y'all be singin
for ur life on ur knees i'll kill ur wife after i take ur keys
run up in ur house wit these spark shit hotter than a 100degrees
more clever than 100 students wit 100 degrees
u better hope theres never not another one of me
because two would definitely mean the demise of every emcee
the scheme to see is to get this paper in stacks instead of wafers
i gotta pay for all kinds of shit and take all kinds of shit
but my minds for spit not for 9-5 , i pull my nine n drive
its time to grind tonight pullin out some frauds spines on time
i blow up the club like landmines on the dancefloor
don't step to me i hate whores or u'll be in bits n pieces
i rip wit dudes screeches my flow teaches these kids to rhyme
i'll do bids to shine i'm rid of the attitude kind
i'll stretch my bars longer than longitude n latitude find/*
Young Rice
Passin time rippin all of mankind/
can't see the conclusion, u must be blind/
my sight is hind perplexin vsion prepare inscisions/
Always winning, u were pretendin from the beginnin/
Dudes comin at me with talk, but I close their mouths with a gun like caulk/
Cardinal chief nigga Marshall like Faulk/
Gettin the kills defacin these seals, better than real/
Only time niggaz got mo rec is when they get thier deal/
Tough pill to swallow, have a chase of hollows/
Skill is owned nigga, somethin you can't borrow/
If I die tomorrow, cry but not in sorrow/
Just remember the nigga wit the hard flow/
Just in case the titles owner iisn't replaced/
I'll take it out the front like a bullet to tha face/
Tell whoever ya want, boast and flaunt/
Young Rice says:
Niggas comin at me and I didn't even taunt/
Vaccinatin this disease, these fake emcees/
Nigga please, these faggits couldn'r shoot tha breeze/
I shoot in threes to ya restin place, call me Tres/
Cause 1 nigga with 2 guns'll equally damage the hate/
Finish them off, niggaz is soft, need to take body viagra/
The crown. that's my motive, that what I'm after/*
9Milli
i leave emcees asses on a platter n bodies all splattered
i gotta eat make my bread fatter so fuck all this chitter chatter
i'm more than a battler cos i'm unlikely to take a defeat
in these streets unless its a heist like polergeist KOing around
i sell yayo by the pound n i can go round for round
whether it be from the gat or we can go to war in the ring
but u know the king so let the bell ring n i'll bring a swing
that'll be so hard it'll even hurt ur next of kin
who's next to take it to the chin
get in n i'll spin ur brain n win cos haters just can't refrain