89.9 Promo Lyrics - Singles - Non Phixion

[Intro] 

Gimme a F, "F!" 

Gimme a U, "U!" 

Gimme a C, "C!" 

Gimme a K, "K!" 

[Hook] 

We do drugs, Uncle Howie 'til we die 

So long as we alive keep it movin' like a drive by 

We could stack dough sky high 

Listen one to five 

Eighty nine tech nine it's all live 

(2x) 

[Ill Bill] 

Yeh yeh I shot Reagan plus I shot Nixon, Non-Phixion 

Fuck up competition like nine car collision 

Now ya arm's missin', you look like the drummer from Def Leperd 

The walkin' talkin' death weapon that junk that the head spins 

Peace to the X-Men, eighty nine tech motherfuckin' nine 

I wrote a hundred fuckin' rhymes about these troubled times 

Fuck up ya head like when ya mother dies 

Non-Phixion launch an', you brothers want! 

[Goretex] 

The quartet, drop you at ya parents doorstep 

It's G-13 with Mister Goretex government issue 

Run in ya chick Israeli pistols, I'm here to dis you 

All them rhymes that you spit on ya shit don't really fit you 

Non-Phixion we move like rock stars we burnin' cop cars 

Dust the guards tryna top ours Howie he got charged 

Runnin' the label, I twist tits like twin trae deuce 

I'm takin' the stage pissed the fuck off with twin cables