Triple 9 Songtext
von 2Scratch

Ooh, baby, it′s like I'm feelin′
And I'm losin' my mind
She better find out the real
The real

Known for the cool blood in the street
And mama had to cry ′cause crimes
Put out a life she never want for her boy
But know what that means
I gotta get the rent in time
I got a code in the bag if the 12 look out for me
I might don′t trip a 9 tonight
I got a code in the bag if the 12 look out for me
I might don't trip a 9 tonight

Yeah, we get ′em right on time
We get 'em right on time
We get ′em right on time


We get 'em right on time
We get ′em right on time
We get 'em right on time
Yeah, uh, yeah
I'm waitin′ on you to kill me, I′m patiently waitin'
Call my brothers, yeah, we finally made it
Fuck bein′ famous, yeah, I'm finally rich
Got codeine in my cup but I ain′t never been sick
I'm with whatever for this shit

Yeah, yeah
The chopper real heavy
The chopper real heavy
This nigga, yeah, I′m ready
This nigga, yeah, we ready

Ooh, baby, it's like I'm feelin′
And I′m losin' my mind
She better find out the real
The real