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• Artiste: Murs & 9Th Wonder
• Titre: The Battle
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You have lost the battle baby Your story will end before it begins I throw your demo CD on the floor of my Benz I got 4 girlfriends, 1 ex and 2 main chicks Trip cause they all fell in love with the same dick The same Nick who used to drop bars at lunchtime Laughed his dumb ass to the bank with all these punchlines A frontline pressing out these ho niggas Throwing up their gang signs and I'm like, "So, nigga?" A killer who ain't never had a fight in his whole life You niggas ain't getting at me, or no 9th Look at me man, I swear I'm back on it If she bad but her titties sag put some racks on it Gotta give the game a lift with some gangsta shit Only backpack nigga used to hang with crips Few of us made it out making major chips Now the only time I see them is on the Vegas Strip Then what we did, got out the hood because we had to My homie in a three piece suit, he might stab you I'm tattooed, so the hood forever with me Niggas talking all that shit, but they never come and get me I'm blind though, I'm blind though, they talk the talk But when they come to my city they can't walk where I walk I'm at King Taco with a fly Ecuadorian Exquisitely exotic man, I'm so California, damn! And I miss Sean Price Body the beat in Brooklyn, put that bitch on ice Been nasty with these nouns since Nick at night The homie Pat played the track, now it's Nick on 9th Government names, we in love with the game Y'all niggas can't progress, cause you fucking with lames Homie this mere city, only thing that I bang From the Legends out to Strange, that ain't never gonna change I'm dolo, mobbing to the store off in Meddlebrook Tattoos showing and a nigga better never look You pay them goons so that you could act hard I don't need security guard, I got God No weapon formed against me, I should fear no man If it ain't the Wu-Tang, I should fear no clan I rip the white sheet of the redneck Republican It's Zulu shit, y'all don't wanna fuck with us again Just play the beat, let the motherfucking record spin It's Murs and 9th Wonder and we back to fuck it up again So play the beat, let the motherfucking record spin It's Murs and 9th Wonder and we back to fuck it up again