Nine - Tha Product Lyrics
f/ U-Neek[Chorus: U-Neek and Nine]Now I got the product to keep ya ass openI got the product to keep ya ass SMOKINI got the product two for tenBuy a dime, unwind, let the ruckus begin[U-Neek]A Red Doctor Spock, make your blood drip-dropI'm down for hip-hop, stunts blunts and makin big knotsAll I need to proceed with wordsis the chronic smoke from a little bit that herbAnd that's my word, I slam it, now you "Scream" like Janetand Michael, the Bounce Squad psychoBuilt like Tyco, Tonka, I gots to conquerMore chocolate than Willy Wonka, how you want it?[Nine]I'm all about microphones and money, hip-hop and stayin HIGHEverything else is a alibiRobbin for Z, Zig-Zag-Zig, I'm the nig behind the trig'Bustin down the crap my niggaz love to clap (buck!)In the back put yo' knots in yo' socksPaid like Goldilocks, throwin rocks on yo' blocksX marks the spot, loud as a gunshotTo be or not to be, I stay free like a maxiBloody to the third degree, HERE YE HERE YE[U-Neek](?) now it's (?) that you don't know my steelo (?)Discretion is advised, red eye from the buddhaMy sharpshooter hit the prosecutor now I'm through doneSwords be like juice with the trey-deuce stashinMy style's on trial cause I'm into MC, bashinIn a sick fashion, I go overboardEvidence - bloody microphone cords[Chorus] - Nine and U-Neek reverse[Nine]I crack a Heine' and flip; my lyrics ain't butter they Miracle WhipI'm on some other shitI spit, lyrics like a flamethrower, rollin in a Range RoverSmackin Casanovas, with my nine-leaf cloverYou're over and done, stick a fork in 'emI'm the ninth deadly venom, stick 'em and hem 'emMake 'em blue like denim - niggaz screamin, "Mercy" like PercyI mean Perry, Mason I cut 'em up like JasonYou got no idea who you facin![U-Neek]Now I'm pushin ninety-five down 95 in a '95850, Timberlands shittyNew York City, biddie clockin paintPart time rockin tank - I'm in the mix!My female dress down quick and slickThis rap shit is cool but I still flip a brickTote a pound out of town on the GreyhoundBack to the Boogie Down, then rock a rhyme with Nine[Nine]I got my eye on the pocket and I'm gonna sink itI'm feelin lucky like I'm hittin Salt and Jada PinkettI'm erasin your name, off the list of lyricistsWhile U-Neek blows you up like assistsYou can't get with this, not even a little bitBlack man and black woman, sun and moon, no bullshitShe hits you like DIS, I hit you like DATShe hits you with a razor I hit you with a BATNow you flat on yo' back, wack as everTalkin that same ol', "Hold up - wait a minute" nonsenseThe Heineken you meets is the Guinness, it's all goodI'm Robin Hood - steal from the rich and KEEP ITWe got the best product in town, PEEP IT..[Chorus] - repeat 2X
