I'm back! 9 -Hour Frost comin'
at em for the 9 -7
Slashin' their way through and doin' the
kinda shit you motherfuckers couldn't do
So fuck you,
come step my way and get smacked
I'll be that fool leavin'
your motherfuckin' head cracked
You'll never be able to
deal with this lunatic
Cause when I'm strollin'
my shit I'm unloadin'
You go inside of a bag
when you mess with that
unbelievable
Unconceivable
Lyrical thoughts cross the
mind of the baddest
The roughest, I be the toughest,
you can't stop this
The shit I spit puts them all
in the state of panic
Nobody's better than the man,
do you understand?
You might try, but you'll die
Gaspin' for breath,
I'm the one that'll lead
that ass to death
Nine downs, blowin' up the city
Six to the one
Nine to the spine when I rhyme,
get the fuck out the way
Ain't no delay when I'm
comin' through
Cross my path, take lead from a 22
Who be the real?
You know it
Who be the fake?
Them fools tryin' to bust a grave
Who wants to try?
Them punks that must wanna die
Die, motherfucker, die, motherfucker, die
Who be the real?
It's the folks, you know it
Who be the fake?
Them fools tryin' to bust a grave
Who wants to try?
It's them fools that must wanna die
Die, motherfucker, die, motherfucker, die
My nuts hang so low,
you would think I was 60
Chamberfoot, trigger finger itchy
Don't trust that Vythl,
I heard that he snitchy
Don't trust that woman like the Eagles,
cause she's winchy
Now everybody beware,
there's a killer shootin' Vythls up
And grabbin' bitches by the hair
I see him in my dreams,
he gives me a scare
I see him in the mirror,
he gives me a cold stare
They say put him to sleep,
but I can't stand needles
So once again I'm on the
creep through the smog
Like a sick dog with my mouth open
It's like part three,
Damien on it, roaming
Threw your hood like I was homeless,
little did you know
That I got the chrome gas to your chest
Cause that's what you
been wantin'
Now you got no back,
so I guess you'll be frontin'
Who be the real?
And I know you know it
Who be the fake?
Them fools tryin' to bust a dream
Who wants to try?
Them fools that must wanna die
Die, motherfucker, die,
motherfucker, die
Who be the real?
It's the folks, you know it
Who be the fake?
Them fools tryin' to bust a dream
Who wants to try?
Them fools that must wanna die
I'll be smokin'
when they be provokin'
Try to mess around
and get a bullet in your toe
Everybody knows that I be pimpin' hoes
Now I'll be the one to put the
tags on your toes
I'm the one with the gun,
so run when I blast
Or you will be another
motherfucker in the past
I'm the man with the plan,
you best get away
If your ass wants to live another day
The set you claim is weak as fuck,
you best duck
My bul let's got your name,
so feel the pain
When the chrome speaks,
fools like you collapse
Dirt naps till the week, so don't speak
Cause I'm coming at em, let me at em
Let me show you how to fuck em
Fuck em when they wanna rumble
They all crumble,
enemies all get dropped
just like a fumble
Those that got my back
know what I'm all about
The west coast gotta rock, I won't stop
So everybody in the house,
wave it around
Throw that set up and
see the way I wet up
Them motherfuckers trying to get crazy
You couldn't pass me so
you wouldn't outblast me
Tuck that tail between your
motherfuckin' legs, bitch
Or be the next fool I dump in a ditch
We'll be the wave,
and I'll die, you know it
We'll be the wave,
and fools tryin' to bust a grave
Who wants to try?
The fucks that must wanna die
Die, motherfucker, die,
motherfucker, die
We'll be the wave,
it's the fucks, you know it
We'll be the wave,
and fools tryin' to bust a grave
Who wants to try?
The fucks that must wan na
Die, motherfucker, die, motherfucker, die
Die mothafucka, die mothafucka, die
Die mothafuck a, die mothafucka,
die
I see the little tears in your eyes,
about to fall