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action packed - ap. 9 lyrics

[intro: big wen & ap. 9]
bishop, let ya big cousin tell ya
why i f*ck with ya n*gga (why man?)
i see a lot of you in me playboy (okay)
it all goes back to ’95
when you flipped that mustard orange (uh huh)
fifty on three times gold on n*ggas (yeah)
i knew you was a hustlin’*ass, gettin’ money*ass
n*gga like myself(i’m a hustler n*gga, that’s me and my hustle)
ap.9 you follow your predecessor before you (that’s right)
quinn, c*bo, (quinn)2pac (bo)
and became a mob figa (‘pac, yeah)
i followed my predecessors (you did)
lucky luciano (that’s right)
alphonse capone and carlos escobar (mafia n*ggas)
and became a mafioso general (uh huh)
a lot of n*ggas is goin’ to say
that n*gga wen and ap9 is stuntin’ and frontin’ (f*ck that)
so you hatin’ ass n*ggas who still can’t believe it (h*ll yeah)
do yourself a favor and ask somebody before you f*ck yourself off (check it out)
because i’m through talkin’ n*gga
it’s a done deal (yo, yo, yo)

[verse 1: ap. 9]
once again i stay action packed, action packed with a gat
sn*tchin’ n*ggas ice off they neck, wit no respect they gettin’ whacked
when i roll, slow, (slow whoa whoa whoa) like whoa
out the window wit’ a calico and own
knockin’ a patch up off yo dome (f*ck yo’ dome)
patch out yo punk ho (ho)
she on the track tryna get yo’ scratch, now i know
that it’s a fact i must react for my military n*ggas up in the cemetery
been buried since seventeen, n*ggas that died for ap neen
know what i mean?
the murder scene, helicopters and choppers
them dead bodies from the house done finally caught him
no ambulance, the coroner came another n*gga that lost his
first, middle and last name got took up out the game
my entourage we don’t duck it, dodge we buck n*gga (bla, bla, bla blaow)
lung stop til you rippin’ [?]
ridah be don juan, as i beat down twiners
[?]***** like my figga [?]
[?]***** check his dust
one to the head, head is what i took
the birth of a crook
i wrote the book and i quote it
took one look and n*ggas don’t know
it was me, i’m certified in this sh*t twice
i lived a mob life i’ll be d*mned if i don’t go and hit mob
i’m action packed
[chorus:]
i got guns galore
i keep ’em locked up until it’s time for war
from here to new york
these n*ggas know what i have in store
crackin’ n*ggas off like one gonna, two gonna
when my k!llers run up on ya
we fought to ends of the unholy
mama always told me, grab my b*lls and stand up as a man boldly
(don’t be playin’ with this mothef*cka right here)
y’all n*ggas could never fold me, ’cause i’m above the law
and the government sucks [?]

[verse 2:]
you know franky he packin’ crazy chain reaction
led blast in my enemies with m16’s
bottom ashers, gun [?] out of cars stay splashin’
rushed with all the jaw smackin’
like you got some’n on the lord experience a forewarning
n*ggas heads into the floor, abducted and never seen no more
it’s a jungle in the streets straight wild to the core
puttin’ sl*ts on all fours, from cali to new york
rippin’ ho’s and cats like bottles of [?]
cross over yo’ hips with the magnum clips
like basketball courts
crushin’ force or stayed drugged out
reppin’ bay to new york
n*ggas sleep, i thought that they wake
with judge birds in they face
f*ckin’ wit the apes, i’m just a luni mothaf*cka from the gate
that’ll hustle ya dome, have you f*cked up in the head
wonder what the h*ll went wrong
as you catch heatwaves from the chrome, screamin’ leave me alone
yeah punk, now we hear the b*tch in ya tone
scattered ya bones, on a murder case lyrical sherlock holmes
my mans ap. 9 was shot in his spine
with the nastiest line mobbed out life full of robberies and ill crimes
a devious n*gga high style personal in the minds
gettin’ dumped behind the dumpster by a quarter to five
my committee forever turn the scene sh*tty
slappin benny hills for half a mil
as [?] you know the god, jon doe on the low remain calm
mothaf*cka
[chorus]
i got guns galore
i keep ’em locked up until it’s time for war
from here to new york
these n*ggas know what i have in store
crackin’ n*ggas off like one gonna, two gonna
when my k!llers run up on ya
we fought to ends of the unholy
mama always told me, grab my b*lls and stand up as a man boldly
(don’t be playin’ with this motherf*cka right here)
y’all n*ggas could never fold me, ’cause i’m above the law
and the government sucks [?]

[verse 3: ap. 9]
since a young adolescent i had a smith and wesson
moved to a fully auto, [?]
i don’t go nowhere without mines
i give n*ggas a cold stare before i hit thet gold mine
i put my strap on n*ggas like velcro because i hold mine with both hands
i fears no man, not even conan
i specialize in bank heists and white collar crimes
livin’ my life like a robber from bay to n.y. (new york n*gga)
b*tch n*ggas [?] no movie to show it
ain’t no sitcom, i roam the streets with a backpack and a crack shack
and the fact that, that i black back (blap blap blap)
put him in a coma, let him know that he’s a goner
he was f*ckin’ with a loner
he was told once p nitty made a soldier [?]
that’s how my mail came and i’m still the same
in the game, f*ck the fame, one to the brain so f*ck you mayn
how could a n*gga trust a b*tch n*gga mayn
i’m action packed
[chorus:]
i got guns galore
i keep ’em locked up until it’s time for war
from here to new york
these n*ggas know what i have in store
crackin’ n*ggas off like one gonna, two gonna
when my k!llers run up on ya
we fought to ends of the unholy
mama always told me, grab my b*lls and stand up as a man boldly
(don’t be playin’ with this mothef*cka right here)
y’all n*ggas could never fold me, ’cause i’m above the law
and the government sucks [?]

- ap 9 lyrics

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