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Razor Nine Dead

don't care Puddles of blood smeared on the wall, now he's toying with their minds Checking the score we see the cops have nil and the killer stands at nine

brolic, V.A. driver's license in his wallet The last call on his mobile phone was back to home Sorry, Miss Amonia's son was found dead with two in his

a nine Reading for the chumps on the wall The Chumps are acting ill because they're so full of eight balls Gunshots ranged out like a bell I grabbed my nine

bitch Ain't scared to get down She'll bust off rounds Smoke a Newport Cut me half, bust me down Catch me looking at anotha chick She curse me out Dead

Dead over a record, shit he sound like he meant it My crew greater, yeah, I'm talkin' to you hater I'm too major, two-tone blue gator New blazer, big gun, little razor

, I just drove by Kept on pursuing to the next stop I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block That block was dead Yo, so I continued to A1A Beachfront

you? You a f**kin disgrace! And if you come around my way you get bucked in the face Get snuffed in the face, then I wack you With razors, nines, guns

games all night like budweiser check that bitch out i got my eyes on her my rhymes so deep im sharp as razor never lost my gift despite being such a

digga How you figure you gon' kill a dead nigga You gon kill a dead nigga Bloody body baby bloody man I'm nutty what he thought Nine dead bodies and I