[Talking: 1- Kemo 2- Kaos]
1- Uhhh...ok, let it run
Oh we recordin?
2- Yeah
1- Oh..
2- Spit that sh*t n*gga
1- Gonna spit this sh*t here
[Verse 1: Kemo]
I'll take you back to when I was a kid
When I used to let them Kirkwood b*tches suck my di*k
Hope I won't doin no time when the summer end
Now add 2 to 99 b*tch what you come up wit?
Real n*gga STL, the f*ckin slums
I kill n*ggas that's too bad, I got my gun
Now I slept up wit some mattresses and couldn't eat
I'm tryin to make my way from steak and pickin pigs feet
From rollin 6 deep, bustin out the wager-neer
See I'm a hunter, but b*tch I ain't cappin deer
I'm tryin to put some muthaf*ckas in some body bags
Whole 9, flatline through your body bag
Thurl sh*t, thurl figgas, and thurl clothes
Thurl click, thurl n*ggas and thurl hoes
The world thinkin that Kemo ain't up on his toes
I watch my f*ckin back cuz I never know all my foes
Muthaf*cka
[Hook: 1- Kemo 2- Kaos]
2- What the f*ck you n*ggas comin wit?
1- Da Hol' 9 dogg
2- Oh you n*ggas got some thurl sh*t
1- Right on it derty
"What the f*ck ya'll n*ggas workin wit?"
1- We wit that nah'jae
"So where you wanna meet us at?"
1- Down in the lobby
[Verse 2: Mr. McFeezee]
Da Hol' 9 derty, pounds and swoll dimes derty
A hustle horse so I can 'ford mines derty
Betta watch yo back you wouldn't think
That a n*gga like me would come across that ass
And snatch that mink, watch how you shine
Put ya face in the front of articles, don't interrupt the way
I'm breakin down my particles, just first for work
Betta believe that I'm the first to j*rk, aim participatin
Hard portions of the game, when you itch my click
When you carry plushisions of di*k
30 pounds, fake problems plus hittin them bricks
Da Hol' 9 n*gga
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Kaos]
You can't get no mo outta me I'm like hoes wanna get they tube socks
The 9 is my strap, keeps it on my back that plus my shoe size
I'm a thurl ass cat, wit 9 lives but ya'll can cut, its like yo line mo
Da Hol' 9 wit me see I'm like that combo, nah mo
6 times the n*ggas try to subtract and divide Da Hol' 9
But he was just 'vodin it, and none of this sh*t like 2 loads up in the toilet
We like 2 straights up in that sergeant, got you by margin
And Mr. McFarland and none of this sh*t is funny like Shining Marlin
I remember when you give me play, but now its he say, she say
You fine now, he rhyme now, Kaos he DJ
He bring that heat up in the speakers girl he on the Beat
Cuz he f*ck wit Trisha and Shaniqua but them freaks skeet
But you see these hoes keep my name in they mouth like di*k
But I don't get it, I must be the sh*t (derty you ain't kick it)
I guess you right though, who's gives a f*ck about a lil' trife ho
That sh*t be blowin, pass a n*gga the f*ckin light mo
[Kaos Talking]
....Blow him, THATS ITS RUSS!
Next Track Engineer (laughing)
NEXT TRACK di*k FACE!