andquot;who you gonna rip without that confidence?
I really believe youand're weak and overconfidentandquot; (repeat 4x)
Run for the hills but thereand's no escape
andgt;from a cd my wax my fat cassette tape
Iand'm great like alexander or nearly gets real
When i hold a piece of steel and tell you how i feel
All over toes are tapping bronx brooklyn island of staten
Manhattan queens south central compton watts
Miami atlanta i blow up mad spots
My name is nine, recognize, remember youand're too tender
To get slick with the number one contender
I flow like diareahha when iand'm dropping shit
Mama mia, ainand't no cure for the pure lyrical gonnorhea
Overconfidence is popping
Iand'm like the hourglass, turn me over and i still keep dropping
That old nine flavor continues to pay the rent
After you hear me you wonand't be so overconfident
andquot;who you gonna rip without that confidence?
I really believe youand're weak and overconfidentandquot; (repeat 4x)
I hate to bust your bubble, but every single rapperand's in trouble
Iand'm crazier than ever
Iand'm hungrier like a shark in the ocean full of legs after dark
Iand'm a tear shit apart, pull more strings than a harp
Iand'm cocky, like that, you know the time
Check the little hand, the big hand, tell me what you see
Nine oand'clock on the f-ing dot
Pop goes the gat and if you ever knew me youand'd remember that
Old school, new school, ainand't nobody safe
New york to la, iand'm all over the place
Crazy gear like a clutch, iand'm the most
When i touch the microphone your overcofidence is ghost
Itand's andquot;outta hereandquot; like the $5000 loveseat
Egos crush when iand'm rhyming to the beat
You attempt to fade me and hit me with a dent
So iand'm stepping to you money cause i think youand're overconfident
andquot;who you gonna rip without that confidence?
I really believe youand're weak and overconfidentandquot; (repeat 4x)
You thought you was the man, bad news kid
I never heard of you, or the bullshit you claim you did
Youand're phoney, full of baloney, like oscay meyer
The weiner, your style is artificial like purina
Cat chow, meow, iand'm on the prowl like thurston howl
And been on the island with mad cash, official cow
I got rhymes like you got bullshit
So you know my repotoire is thick with intice spits
Lyrically iand'm so amazing like luther
I hit the stage and get ugly like medusa
And no place for delf, i ainand't slamming
If itand's with the real hip-hop, then itand's props that iand'm demanding, understanding
My potential, hollowtip lyrics
Iand'm shooting, aiming at your motherfucking mental
Iand'll leave you in a state of confusion, brain dead and stuck up
In other words all fucked up
andquot;who you gonna rip without that confidence?
I really believe youand're weak and overconfidentandquot; (repeat 4x)
