Rob Lewis - Ta Ra**s lyrics

[Nine] Ta ra**s, who you think you playin with? It's the Nine and I'm on some old word to Jah type sh** Flavor, spits from the larynx, check CD's Ca**ettes, brings checks up in my rest Mirror, mirror - sit 'pon wall! Who comes down with true wicked - yes y'all! Membranes, them haffa ? from egg Still I'm full of lead, I-ah leave nuff man dead I possess finesse, wear vest 'pon chest Pack Glock in waist for, whoeva won test Six million ways to die - chose one! Razor blade, cyanide, and de one shotgun Just to name a few, I-ah mash up your crew Here it comes, microphone check, ONE TWO! We can get wicked whether night or day Nine, Nine, come out and play! [Chorus: Nine] (x2) Ta ra**s! All I need is Power-U The mic, crazy cash, a twist, and a brew Ta ra**s! All I need is Power-U The mic, crazy cash, a twist, and a brew [Nine] I get high like f**in helicopters And when I get home I peel off my silk boxers Wash my nuts, scratch my a**, what the f** is up? Check the cash in the stash MC's are fleas, to Nine I make cheese like thieves, n***a please! Open Sesame, don't test me I'll shove my balls in your mouth, you look like Dizzy Gillespie For those who wave they arm, I'ma hack it off With the weed whacker, and then back smack ya, carjack ya Run you down with a tractor! You a actor, tryin to play my part with no f**in heart You the tin man... n***a! Go see The Wizard of Oz or kick the can Damn, now I am the man the only man With a sound that pounds like gunshots in weed spots The only thing she gettin is big.. co*k.. When I push and I push in that wet.. spot.. How she like it? How she like it? She like it a lot Cause I'm thick and I hit that G.. spot.. Chorus [Nine] I got cash, crazy cash, I stash hash In the crack of my a**, then I dash, quick fast I blast, MC's don't last, I move fast Like cigarette ash, they drop, on the gra**, through the gla** I see, a**es I must pa**, then I crash and cut Like Grandmaster Flash at early ma**! The Monster Mash bump uglies like car crash I'm like, Everlast, "Jump Around" when I *BUST* that a** Laugh last, laugh best, who you won test? I'll make a mess on your girlfriend's dress Then bless the buddha, put away the sixteen shot shooter Cause I ain't new ta, WHO DA? Hell is gonna question the "Redrum" master himself Yeah, I blow ta ra**s off the top shelf Ta ra**s.. all respect goes out To KRS-One, Primo, Ralph McDaniels, Sluggy Ranks Redman, Method Man, Ill Al Skratch Tha Alkaholiks - J-Ro, my n***a! And that's how I'ma leave you on this note right here If you FRONTIN, on the N-I-N-E I bring ta ra**s.. mad noise, and let you recognize! It's my turn now! (ta ra**s) Ta ra**s!