Ahh Shit Lyrics - Singles - Nine

Ah, man, this shit is ill 

Ah, this shit is butter right here kid 

This that old flav kid 

I enter the room with the bang and the boom 

And the tune where heat fumes, hot like June 

I represent the Bronx to the fullest, New York is the essence 

I've been writin' rhymes since my adolescence 

Hip-hop gives me love and I give it right back 

If your shit is wack I must attack 

Send lead to your head oh what a bloody mess it's gon' be 

That's the flav, when a rapper tries to step to an MC 

My skills are grown like a dread lock 

I got mad intelligence, so it just won't stop 

You could never in your life slice a brick with a butter knife 

You're livin' trife, that's aight, my crew loves to fight 

Bring the noise, and watch me turn down the volume 

Like chicka-pow, buck buck buck, chicka-boom 

Not the one to step to, not the one to test 

It'll be a bloody mess 

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Come on, come on, ahh ahh, ahh ahh shit, shit 

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I get mad when niggaz try to play me like I'm stupid 

I start shootin' like a revolution or cupid 

I don't miss infrared type thing goin' on 

I drop a bomb like Hiroshima with my nina 

Then move my razor blade like a cross fade on your jawline 

Understand, Nine is Optimus Prime 

Follow the leader with the speed of a cheetah 

You want a fair one nigga? Put up your dick beater 

Your hands are flesh and bone, my hands are flesh bone 

Everybody bleeds, but some fear vocal tones 

The devil didn't make me do it, you made me do it 

You're spreadin' rumors like a bitch, so I cut off your switch 

Left you bleedin' and needin' medical attention 

With a hole in your head, I forgot to mention 

I react like a rattlesnake when under stress 

It'll be a fuckin' mess 

Yo, that's that ahh ahh, ahh ahh shit, shit 

Come on, come on, ahh ahh, ahh ahh shit, shit 

Yo, that's that ahh ahh, ahh ahh shit, shit 

Come on, come on, ahh ahh, ahh ahh shit, shit 

Who's the soul survivor, who gets liver 

Than the numba won contender nine that's me 

Real MC from the Boogie down B underrated suckers 

Hated the fact that I woke up like King Tut, recognize that you're butt 

Cut the crap, my rap as old as dirt, you get hurt 

I fill in blanks like piranhas in goldfish tanks 

Niggaz is walkin' the plank off the Empire State Building 

I broadcast, quick fast, to fuck up that ass 

Leave you brainless when I pull out the stainless steel 

Word life son, ahh, shit is real 

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