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tony soprano - nines lyrics

ice city jewels we na’ pity
zino records
it’s that n-gg-, nina with the nina

new crib mad, by the gates got the cameras
moved out the hood now i got neighbours like flanders
cah i’m chandelier livin’, room marble
new watch lookin’ like i shipped it in from basel
my n-gg- rizzy on the train, bringin’ down a parcel
still calling shots like i’m giving out samples
earning bare dough these shoes on my feet are old school italian
like totti and del piero
usually drunk when i leave the dance,
before i go home i gotta feed these plants
your re-up probably fit in a bra, my re-up couldn’t fit in a car
back in jail i only had 8 channels
had ’em puttin’ letters in the box like scrabble
n-gg-s lying ’bout their aks and how they been in war
they don’t roll with dracos like gryffindor
shoutouts to my n-gg- bunds that’s a real spartan,
the roof on my new whip’s on a melt carton
when you was up in lovebox sweating n-gg-
i was in that bud box sweating n-gg-
these days it’s like i live in the tent,
put my first q tied to a brick like cement
stepped my game up, iced out everytime you saw me
ain’t just fly in the web like a spider caught me
school days selling weed on my scooter
sittin’ on 40 ounces like sharif on the cooler
i was selling crack on the strip
posted with the fiends
out there with more pipes than the back of my whip
labeled me a boss when i was on the curb slanging
threw me on the wing, said i was a bird barren
my n-gg- kilo would break a brick down into stones
nina been whipping since indiana jones
seen empires turn to sand, hands on with the b
i got dirty hands
popped a pack of cookies, it weren’t marylands
it’s different on my block
when you was cropping pictures
i was giving out pictures of my crop
certified rapstar, i bring them groupies through
on my spielberg sh-t, i don’t just rap i make movies too
wish a n-gg- spinnin’, cah i got my ting on me
suun in the stizzy, that’s the same size as likkle t
before rap i ran these streets
had n-gg-s ticking boxes like canteen sheets
and i been in cunch grindin’, ain’t been home for days
i ain’t rolling haze, i only smoke yelaze
when they was poppin’ bottles, i was on my extra grind
this rollie on my wrist ain’t to check the time
where i’m from n-gg-s get high off of needles
have you seen the sopranos?
my life’s like the sequel
it’s nines

- nines lyrics

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