9Eleven lyrics

by

Cam’ron


[Hook]
Ugh
I'm from the nine n*gga
And this for me and my n*ggas
Ugh
I'm from the nine n*gga
And this for me and mines
Ugh
I'm from the nine n*gga
And this for me and my n*ggas
Ugh
I'm from the nine n*gga
Riiiiiiiiiiight

[Verse 1]
Ugh
I'm from the nine n*gga, and this for me and my n*ggas
Started from nothin', n*gga ground zero, way before I wrote my first rhyme n*gga
Way before the shine n*gga
To the man hallway with the sour smell [?]
They call us urban terrorist cause, we was 9 11 way before the towers fell
Back when the era was cracked up
P you was running up on n*ggas pasts ugh [?]
119th street, we renamed it cause everything backwards
I'm a murder side n*gga, they tried to murder my n*gga
Went and put tattoos around the gun wounds
And went harder with the crippin'
Thuggin' is understandable
Street sh*t could turn a n*gga to an animal
How ya mind frame on some Vyvanse
Well livin' is all we plan to do
Bein' black ain't easy
Roll me up another joint, word to [?]
In the ack sippin' yack, with my n*gga td
9 to nothin', on the block where we be
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Really, a product of the 9 now with my brother Willie [?]
Really, crushin' purple haze about to [?] to a philly
Illy, to make a n*gga quit mothaf*ckas gotta kill me
Really, I wanna be great, you gotta feel me
I come from being p*ss poe, up in bob d with bach and brisco, junebug sippin' cisco
Petty dice games mad ones gotta [?]
Even the b*tches get wicked
Even tougher than most n*ggas [?]
Tray deuce keep a [?]
f*ck around and get smoked will ya
It ain't real unless it's tatted on you
9 11 on my hand son
No matter where I'm at in the world, I remember where I came from
Boutta roll me up a quarter, continue to catch rap, that word to little Walter
Still p*ss by the garbage can on the corner
9 11 n*gga till' I'm chillin' with the coroner

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