Nines - Tony Soprano lyrics

Ice City j**els in a pity Zino Records It’s that n***a, Nina with the Nina New crib mad, by the gates got the cameras Moved out the hood now I got neighbours like Flanders Cah I’m chandelier livin’, room marble New watch lookin’ like I shipped it in from Basel My n***a Rizzy on the train, bringin’ down a parcel Still calling shots like I’m giving out samples Earning bare dough these shoes on my feet are old school Italian, like Totti and Del Piero Usually drunk when I leave the dance, before I go home I gotta feed these plants Your re-up probably fit in a bra, my re-up couldn’t fit in a car Back in jail I only had 8 channels, had ’em puttin’ letters in the box like scrabble n***as lying ’bout their AKs and how they been in war They don’t roll with Dracos like Gryffindor Shoutouts to my n***a Bunds that’s a real spartan, the roof on my new whip’s on a melt carton When you was up in Lovebox sweating n***a, I was in that bud box sweating n***a These days it’s like I live in the tent, put my first Q tied to a brick like cement Stepped my game up, iced out everytime you saw me Ain’t just fly in the web like a spider caught me School days selling weed on my scooter Sittin’ on 40 ounces like Sharif on the cooler I was selling crack on the strip Posted with the fiends, out there with more pipes than the back of my whip Labeled me a boss when I was on the curb slanging Threw me on the wing, said I was a bird barren My n***a Kilo would break a brick down into stones, Nina been whipping since Indiana Jones Seen empires turn to sand, hands on with the B I got dirty hands Popped a pack of cookies, it weren’t Marylands It’s different on my block When you was cropping pictures, I was giving out pictures of my crop Certified rapstar, I bring them groupies through On my Spielberg sh**, I don’t just rap I make movies too Wish a n***a spinnin’, cah I got my ting on me Suun in the stizzy, that’s the same size as Likkle T Before rap I ran these streets Had n***as ticking boxes like canteen sheets And I been in cunch grindin’, ain’t been home for days I ain’t rolling haze, I only smoke Yelaze When they was poppin’ bottles, I was on my extra grind This rollie on my wrist ain’t to check the time Where I’m from n***as get high off of needles Have you seen the Sopranos? My life’s like the sequel It’s Nines