Nine - Who U Won Test Lyrics
Intro/chorus: repeat 4xWho you won test, me have a champion styleVerse one:Meet the mic controller, the philly roller, the wicked oneSun rude bwoy come rhymes off top the headSaid what I said and did what I didNever catch another bid, create rubbers and slidIm out of there, ghost evaporate vanishCallate la voca if need be Im spanishNo habla ingles, police ask questionsI dont know nuttin, aint nuttin happening, stop stressingIm headed down the alleywayWith the smith on my hip, shank in my hand, whos the manYou won test, who me?I think you better back up and chill, gDont make me mad boy, dont even tryEyah got skills, eyah smoke mad thaiYou steppin to a brother who been through it allMy freestyle is wild you nah won test my yes yallYou think you got flavor to match?You can get a smack for that, blackChorusVerse two:Nobody can do itYou runnin out of gas sun, leakin much fluidIm hungry like jack two inches away from a big macThen buck buck buckTake that witcha on the way down, so you dont feel the groundWhen you hit, and your head splits, ***** all that bullshitIts hectic, respect it, the dialect, I comeOriginal, the intellect, refuses to tongue twistSo dont tell me naythanMe have a champion style, hardcore with a taste of jamaicanYou steppin to the wrong one the nine is the seed of jesusI get loose on ninety proofFatter than a bubble goose, unpredictableYou never know what Im going to say after I sayWhat I say when I say what I say when I play, next? !?There it is, who you won testInterlude:The deceased resented the fact, and told him off in no uncertain termsHe still kept coming, he identified himself, and then drew his revolverChorusVerse three:Cream of the crop nonstop hip-hopFunky stuff rough enough to, break up the handcuffsScuff a cream puff like an old pair of bootsWhen the nine millimeter shoots the gift I was born withWhos that, with the *****y trap, poisoning rapWith the wack bullcrap, we cant have thatShut him down, Im undergroundAnd if my sound hits the airwaves of pop, itll still be hip-hopNo samples from barry manilowStrictly timbo, you know, the whole 40 belowThats how Im rollin in the ninesNine-five, nine-six, nine-seven to get minesOutro:Yeah Im sending this out to all you bigmouthKnucklehead suckers that was talkin all that garbageI am the man, who you won test, punk?
