Da Hol 9 - Da Hol' 9 lyrics

[Talking: 1- Kemo 2- Kaos] 1- Uhhh...ok, let it run Oh we recordin? 2- Yeah 1- Oh.. 2- Spit that sh** n***a 1- Gonna spit this sh** here [Verse 1: Kemo] I'll take you back to when I was a kid When I used to let them Kirkwood b**hes s** my dick Hope I won't doin no time when the summer end Now add 2 to 99 b**h what you come up wit? Real n***a STL, the f**in slums I k** n***as that's too bad, I got my gun Now I slept up wit some mattresses and couldn't eat I'm tryin to make my way from steak and pickin pigs feet From rollin 6 deep, bustin out the wager-neer See I'm a hunter, but b**h I ain't cappin deer I'm tryin to put some muthaf**as in some body bags Whole 9, flatline through your body bag Thurl sh**, thurl figgas, and thurl clothes Thurl click, thurl n***as and thurl hoes The world thinkin that Kemo ain't up on his toes I watch my f**in back cuz I never know all my foes Muthaf**a [Hook: 1- Kemo 2- Kaos] 2- What the f** you n***as comin wit? 1- Da Hol' 9 dogg 2- Oh you n***as got some thurl sh** 1- Right on it derty "What the f** ya'll n***as workin wit?" 1- We wit that nah'jae "So where you wanna meet us at?" 1- Down in the lobby [Verse 2: Mr. McFeezee] Da Hol' 9 derty, pounds and swoll dimes derty A hustle horse so I can 'ford mines derty Betta watch yo back you wouldn't think That a n***a like me would come across that a** And snatch that mink, watch how you shine Put ya face in the front of articles, don't interrupt the way I'm breakin down my particles, just first for work Betta believe that I'm the first to jerk, aim participatin Hard portions of the game, when you itch my click When you carry plushisions of dick 30 pounds, fake problems plus hittin them bricks Da Hol' 9 n***a [Hook] [Verse 3: Kaos] You can't get no mo outta me I'm like hoes wanna get they tube socks The 9 is my strap, keeps it on my back that plus my shoe size I'm a thurl a** cat, wit 9 lives but ya'll can cut, its like yo line mo Da Hol' 9 wit me see I'm like that combo, nah mo 6 times the n***as try to subtract and divide Da Hol' 9 But he was just 'vodin it, and none of this sh** like 2 loads up in the toilet We like 2 straights up in that sergeant, got you by margin And Mr. McFarland and none of this sh** is funny like Shining Marlin I remember when you give me play, but now its he say, she say You fine now, he rhyme now, Kaos he DJ He bring that heat up in the speakers girl he on the Beat Cuz he f** wit Trisha and Shaniqua but them freaks skeet But you see these hoes keep my name in they mouth like dick But I don't get it, I must be the sh** (derty you ain't kick it) I guess you right though, who's gives a f** about a lil' trife ho That sh** be blowin, pa** a n***a the f**in light mo [Kaos Talking] ....Blow him, THATS ITS RUSS! Next Track Engineer (laughing) NEXT TRACK DICK FACE!