GQ - 1&9 lyrics

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GQ - 1&9 lyrics

[Intro:] This one right here 1 & 9 [Verse 1:] [Cappadonna] Hate to see my brothers minds go dimes blow Shines glow No swine no pork SI NY Gainsborough Every thought Streets talk Beats talk East court Knock your [?] off Night cellular Million dollar selling I score cheddar up Hard work betta us [?] tracks I speak facts Homies you cheap acts n***a I'm G cats cars, money, microphones Hundreds I keep that Holding my fort down My fort sports that east pack Allow meats n***a we eat that Study work hard make it out Then we reach back Monumental love Continental wishes Making d**h wishes Hood n***as roll out Dimes and ghetto b**hes Drug money riches That had good n***as be snitches Now wait a minute My gun [?] It could never be finished I been in it since the beginning X amount of free p**y Free weed, free bombs, free business For all the hell we been through n***a this is for the sinners It's my word Me and Shaeine an dem Everybody do what they do Let's take money, take paper man Shine on, shine on It don't even matter yo We up the ladder on the reservation man This is how we do Shine talk, new talk, new walk What you goin do n***a This is how we off the boardwalk All of ma n***as that getting that paper Keep getting that paper [Verse 2:] [Unique] Hold up, hold up I got something to say Something to spray Games on if you get in my way Black gloves in the back With the 9 in the tray Pow Lay you down All you hear is the sound See the guard, see the ta**le Yeah I'm sporting a crown Look around at my cypher Get torched around Unique I'm one different from the rest Spitting with the tech Blood leaking from your chest (let's go) Surely ain't one to test I rest You at peace Leave a crease in the beat Sum'in for the street Knowledge on You know the theme of this song Real minds I talk mines That's how we all stand strong [Verse 3:] [GQ] You put in the couch I got better plans But I gotta watch my back For black vans and pelligrins Rap fans instead of [?] Half chance to get it ram Past friends And the white chicks Still saving the last dance Two steps ahead of you Ready for all the drama Talk so heavy [?] Of yo' medical marijuana I'm shredding you in the biz On some presidential sh** Crash surrender will show you the meaning Of what reckless is You can't do it all on your own You got a betta chance Ryna to pull a sword out of stone You got a betta chance Stocking goods to board up your home Cause i'm callin it home And blow up the mall with a drone Of cause in the zone Wildin' like im violent in a foster home Toss your bones in a bottomless pit Or for them organ donors Offer loan your heart is stone Starting over in some parts unknown That will rip you apart Swim the sharks and get your cartilage torn [Verse 4:] [Don Shae] I'm like a new baby guerilla That's born in the wild Brains spillin on the 5th Got you snorting on tile Trained k**er Got a few in the coroner's now Easy to k** And got me bent When i'm recording my sound Yeah, i'm from the borough of shaolin Where the thoroughest n***as is found in [?] n***as get pound in Empty the clip Throw another round in Then jump in the black benz with surround sound in My flows so deep n***as could drown in it Adjacent to crystal lake And sticking them clowns in it Get stripped down in it Exchange shots if you down with in Between shots filled with browns [?] Got the bank with the mounts in it Five grand, this is my last roll Then imma bounce, dig it Platinum bridge in his mouth With diamonds mount in it Cause there's a lot of zeros in my accounts [?] Filthy f** boys hanging on [?] again Cause I shoot bullets you can't block Like adrian peterson You don't wanna see shae on these streets again Cause the sk sleep again Gotta call in da and police again I got too many guns for one person Main street or back block Catch it my gun's bursting You can catch me Smack dab on the strip Guns like calisthenics Burn your abs with the fifths So everytime you see me The big mags on my hip Fully loaded clips For all you f*gs on my dick And I shoot it sideways Like bruce willis on his last flick So move easy And 9 [?] are blasting You won't last in the streets And when it get cold I turn it up With the flash from the heat Low ba** settle deep So go ahead and play with it Turn your face into tomato sauce When the tray hit it [Outro:] Can you dig it [x3]