Nine - Everyman 4 Himself Lyrics
Born alone die alone guess whos on the microphone *project nigga*Deep voice put your boots onCome take a walk down the alley with the gatEnter my cypher where everythings blackThe rap makes me act the beast I attackFrom every angle I bring pain sharp as the bladeOn excalibur quiet as a silencer I challenge yaMeet me at sundown or after school bring your toolsAint no *****in rules dont snooze on looseStill on the hip 30 shots to put you in your placeDont chase dreams chase paperYou on your ownNever ***** around with the next mans caperI hate ya fakers with the passionIm crashin your partyDark mask forever *****in up everybodyI be the nigga on the corner rollin diceDrinkin til I drop duckin from my copGot me on the run like a slave thru the fieldsNo protection no cover no shieldsI feels like a soldier stuck behind enemy linesIn the world of man evil cause man aint kindEverybodys trife in their own wayGun play the backReady to react n clapThe weak dont stand a chanceDont even clance or lookThe wig is where you get your life tookI read the book of survival lible to become homicidalGet the wealth every man for himselfChorus: run get the loot grab the ballShoot sink the last cop get increased the bankrollGotta put the ball in the holeEvery man for himself first one get the gold (nigga)Run get the loot grab the ballShoot sink the last cop get increased the bankrollGotta put the ball in the muttha*****ing holeEvery man for himself first one get the goldMy mentality is somewhere between arrmageddon and apocalypseNo matter how hot it getsYou cant trap me***** gulliane and potackiThe death penalty dont scare meI went from homeless junkie to a drunken-monkey-makin-money-gettin-funkyI dont know fear I pour beer on the curb puff herbDrink liquor to get my swerve***** what you heard n what you saidThe lead will put end to those who pretend to be my friendI get loose like leeth everyday a new beefDont say peace unless you mean itYour shit is dirty clean itBefore I decorate yo face with cuts and scarsWhat remains gets blown to mars and the starsWe are the ill n the physical steady hittin youAfter brew I aint kiddin you I aint bullshittin youBisquit, see the bisquit before its spit2 to the head, 2 to the chest, 1 to the hip, backflip oh shit!Cant afford to catch another body hit the mimini with the .22And be outti 5000 Im housin like projectsI mean experiments home of the witch chicksBuy the lex buy the benx now you got more friendsSex n chicken head henzMy ends run long like don silverTry to taxin be floatin in the riverDonate your liverLook over your shoulderWatch your back get the wealthEveryman for his muttha*****in self
