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As we proceed To give you what you need Nine to five, motherfuckers Get live, motherfuckers As we proceed To give you what you need Nine to five, motherfuckers Get live, motherfuckers As we proceed (turn the mics up) To give you what you need (turn the mic up, yeah, that beat is knockin' to that microphone) East coast, motherfuckers (turn that shit the fuck up) (ug, what?) Bad Boy, motherfuckers (turn it up louder, yeah, uh) As we proceed, to give you What you need J.M. motherfuckers J.M. motherfuckers Nine to five, motherfuckers Who shot ya? Separate the weak from the obsolete Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets It's on nigga, fuck all that bickering beef I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek Your heartbeat soun like Sasquatch feet Thundering, shaking the concrete Finish it, stop, when I foil the plot Neighbors call the cops said they heard mad shots Saw me in the drop, three in the corner Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter Old school new school need to learn though I burn, baby, burn like Disco Inferno Burn slow like blunts with ya-yo Peel more skins than Idaho potato Niggas know, the lyrics molestin is takin place Fuckin with B.I.G. it ain't safe I make your skin chafe, rashes on the masses Bumps and bruises, blunts and Landcruisers Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools Niggas mad because I know that Cash Rules Everything Around Me, two glock nines Any motherfucker whispering about mines And I'm, Crooklyn's finest You rewind this, Bad Boy's behind this As we proceed To give you what you need Nine to five, motherfuckers Get live, motherfuckers As we proceed To give you what you need East coast, motherfuckers Bad Boy, motherfuckers Get high, motherfuckers Get high, motherfuckers Smoke blunts, motherfuckers Get high, motherfuckers Ready to die, motherfuckers Nine to five, motherfuckers I seen the light excite all the freaks Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps Niggas wanna creep, got to watch my back Think the Cognac and indo sack make me slack? I switches all that, cock-sucker G's up One false move, get swiss cheesed up Clip to Tec, respect I demand it Slip and break the 11th Commandment Thou shalt not fuck with raw C-Poppa Feel a thosand deaths when I drop ya I feel for you, like Chaka Khan I'm the don Pussy when I want Rolex on the arm You'll die slow but calm Recognize my face, so there won't be no mistake So you know where to tell Jake, lame nigga Brave nigga, turned front page nigga Puff Daddy flips daily I smoke the blunts he sips on the Bailey's On the rocks, tote glocks at christenings And my cock, in the fire position and (get live, motherfuckers, ready to die, motherfuckers) C'here, c'here (it ain't gotta be like that, Big) Open your fucking mouth, open your Didn't I tell you don't fuck with me? Huh? Didn't I tell you not to fuck with me? (As we proceed) (c'mon man) Look at you now (To give you what you need) Huh? (c'mon man) (Nine to five, motherfuckers) Can't talk with a gun in your mouth huh? (Get live, motherfuckers) Bitch-ass nigga, what? Who shot ya? (To give you what you need) Nine to five, motherfuckers Get live, motherfuckers (Who shot ya?) get high motherfuckers Ready to die, motherfuckers As we proceed (who shot ya?) To give you what you need Nine to five, motherfuckers East coast motherfuckers (who shot ya?) West coast, motherfuckers West coast, motherfuckers As we proceed To give you what you need As we proceed To give you what you need Get live, motherfuckers Get live, motherfuckers Nine to five, motherfuckers Get money, motherfuckers As we proceed (to give you what you need) Nine to five, motherfuckers Get live, motherfuckers Nine to five, motherfuckers J.M., motherfuckers J.M., motherfuckers As we proceed To give you what you need (what 'ya gon' do?) Nine to five
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