CRS Westwood Shutdown - Nines

CRS niggas we keep the guns cocked

And I don’t fuck with them niggas, I rep one block

I rep 1 block, keep the gun cocked

And I don’t fuck with them niggas, I rep one block

CRS niggas we keep them guns cocked

And I don’t fuck with them niggas, I rep one block

I rep 1 block, keep the gun cocked

And I don’t fuck with them niggas, I rep.

Ahh

Sacked another worker for weighin up my grams wrong

Flyin birds, I ain’t thinkin 'bout a rap song

In and out the trap house, hands on

Treat the yay all like an envelope, stamped on

My nine will leave a paigon in a hearse

My niggas whippin white, call it slavery in reverse

Nina are in my jeans

The industry be sleepin on my dreams

So I’m on the street dealin with the feens

It’s been a week, I ain’t wrote a tweet

I’ve been in the street flyin birds, I ain’t been to sleep

I just sold 20 bricks, I’m on a winning streak

And in my spare time I kill a beat

See the shine in my hand

We the Ice City gang

Fly to Milan or Dubai for a tan

Drivin in the whip, Glock in the stash

Violate the click will be on your block in a flash

You don’t wanna see me on your block pedalin

I leave you in a box like a wedding ring

Fuck a punchline and a metaphor

My YGs in the frontline sellin dros'

Toaster in my lap

Weed and coke are in the trap

I spit great, these niggas sound mediocre when they rap

Me and Jazzy break down keys

I don’t mean sweets when I stay round trees

It’s Nines…

Guess I’m back to square one

Had 2 choices, go straight but the square won

People lookin at me like I don’t know what’s best

Stylez died Cash lifed, all I know is stress

This white gyal will sell, she’s a freak

Gold-diggers on niggas cuh they sell grease

You can look like a champion by next week

She moves rapid, could make her worth squad beat

Fuck all these computer gangsters, tell em the game’s over

Visions of 09, gettin brains in a Range Rover

They never knew the swag was off the Richter

Scale, we in hell

Nothin jail

Lookin at pictures

See more ass than pampers

Had more head than dandruff

And I never premeditate a gameplan

It’s just a freestyle, but the style must be name brand

Gyals gyals

Who claim they run the world

But some of you don’t deserve to run a mile

Let alone be a mum and give birth to a princess

And up to now with still man you’re tryna impress

All color sticks for her lips

Your kid ain’t really got shit

A wide selection of flicks

But nuttin’s up in the fridge

Rob a man clockin your hips

Then you clockin, now you live

She got snitch him to get fucked

She don’t wish him to get fit

That’s why it’s just spinnin round in a circle

Little Miss, growin up to be like her too

No disrespect to the real mothers doin their thing

Cause without you, mankind, we couldn’t do a ting

That’s why I give my mum a kiss every time I see her

Cause I know there’s a lot of chicks that couldn’t be her

Real real mother in this world

That’s why nuff man don’t have trust in gyals

The code on the road is to move silent

Even though the feds know that I’m so violent

Straight Spartans, when we stampede them

All the niggas chat, but they don’t even leave the garden

My nigga Keyz dancin the ting, turn up

AKs in the ocean, forces gettin bun up

You don’t wanna see me run up

Hoppin out the E-class

The tough job behind the wheel wearin a ski mask

'Member when I had the big ting, but the staircase

And I saw them niggas commin so I beat a bare face

My ambition is to get dough and tap women

I shoot niggas, and I ain’t even been prison

You know it’s pain when I tough the mic

Niggas say they shootin and but they never touch the right

Revenge is a must, I put my hands on the cross

I light a nigga up if your gang comes across

I swear

A whole heap of weed over half a line

Mastermind

Tight weed and a glass of wine

My future looks bright, fam I’m past my time

Cross the fine, dog I shine like the stars align

I’m on a major tip haters, so what you make of it?

Imma take a trip makin hits like it’s way to flip

Callin someone fake don’t make it real, can you relate to it?

We used to take a whip, make a bit

You can take your pick

I’ve had to spend weeks in the same clothes

Even had to spend weeks in the same Os

I get ads cuh the Ps in my chain froze

I ain’t shallow but it’s deep, that’s how the game goes

Some dogs move like bitches

I just wan' a car and a coup like Tiches

Couple chicks will set up on my broom like witches

Wack rappers need to be removed like stitches

It’s time that you clock me

I still pick myself up when I drop see

I go get her so they’re never gonna stop G

I was on one too till I got free

Can’t clock me, but look you know the time

But go before people hate cuh it’s over, I ain’t fake

You may then I don’t wanna know your kind

Tryna grow powers, no, I don’t wanna know your dime

They say that I’m underrated

Understated

In a game I want to play with

Becomin basic

Love having forward hatred

and rated

Alien on a spaceship

Done and displayed it

I’ve made it

Just for your favorite

Cause know the

Hated if they don’t rate it

Grab opportunities, I don’t let a day slip

You lose pay quick

Waitin for a pay slip

Look, how did you sleep on me

Are you awake?, or you was waitin til the street on me

By that time someone coulda beat a heat on me

It’s that deep, you just shoulda flang a beat on me

Whether I know you or not, don’t speak of me

We beg you when I was cold with the heat on me

On Twitter they can’t believe they cheekin me

Tweet tweet tweet tweet, I got a beak on me

Top the class, so I never get the merit for it

I got lines, but I never get the credit for it

See, the dumb fool that was metaphoric

You’re apparent that I’ll never get the treasure for it

I’m talkin bare weed

You need a wheel-barrel

Cuh my nigga Nines worth 20 keys of ammo

That’s a lot of ammo

Fatz clap ammo

Stut stut and if a sparrow talk to him with a arrow

They already know!

We’re rollin 20 man deep

We’re rollin 20 man deep

Yo, council estate bike ridin to school

No ball game, signs on the side of the wall

Then I made dough, press the code on my gate

Now the sign says don’t dive in the pool

Grind some ore

Up in the spaceship, X5 pullin up, walkin to face it

Ring cloud air force strawberry laces

I’ve taught you the basics climb to your

Now that’s why I ball

It’s part of the work-rate

Rolex stature, that’s what the word say

Titanic iceberg, mother of

So fly like I should be in a birdcage

Birthdays, better than I ask for

Grey Goose, Red Bull more than a glass full

Pourin away champagne on the dance floor

Who said I can’t but I’m switchin the weather

Makin it rain, better get your umbrella

Show room floor when my shit gets better

Copp a white M3, lipstick leather

Glued to the money call it stick cheddar

LV’s on my glass frames

Get money live life in the fast lanes

Flyboy but I think you missed the last plane

First-class game, come and keep up

I remember back when I used to be but

Now my Louis belt hold my DNG jeans up

See what

I live life on full throttle

Champagne campaign, yea we pop bottles

But it wasn’t always this fun

No, I had a few shots so I couldn’t miss one

Then I made money so I let my wrist count

Bought a nice iced kettle that will make your wrist numb

Made funds

Yea I turned snow into cream

My phone’s now blowin with green

I was sellin the dream

Now I’m just swimmin in the money

Do you wanna come roam the stream?

Scene

True Religion jeans

Cocaine change

Shoppin in the cocaine Range

I been sittin on planes

Cause I like my seats a little higher

Got birds and the clothes fam, I keep it lookin flier

Tears in my eyes, Jheeze

Still on the roads on these cold streets

Walk us the other side, still man it’s no Ps

Bare new niggas in this old beef

RIP Stylez, I hope one of them niggas goes sleep

Small to my chest

I don’t know what’s next on store

Bare niggas wanna draw me out, I ain’t a chest of drawers

Chillin with the Presi.

in the White House

300 Spartans, then it’s lights out

Busy trappin, I ain’t gettin

Cuh 2 months back I was jail house, I was gettin gym

And now my dogs are my associates

We suttin close, cuh doggy is appropriate

Focus on my work but I ain’t gettin colleague

Word round town that them Church niggas gettin holied

Tightest screeches from the dingdong

Paigons try soundin it off, but it ain’t a singsong

Who’s shootin from the back of the car, they ain’t King Kong

The AK make the car spin off, no Ping Pong