Intro - Truth: Haha, those fools are never gonna rap again Yeah, we gonna push all you motherfu*kers back It ain't over 'till it's over, man, haha.. Revenge is like a motherfu*ker.. ain't it? Chorus - Deuce: Nine Lives Love me or hate me, but I ain't stoppin' 'till I'm on top I'm screamin', "Fu*k the world!" like Tupac Say my name and you might get shot It's nine lives, motherfu*ker, 'till I drop When the guns go off, they pop We leave your body outlined in chalk If you talk, you better learn to walk the walk 'Cause it's Nine Lives, motherfu*ker 'till I drop Verse 1 - Veze: 'Tsyeeah They call me Scante Bigante, okay I'm reloadin' Sticks let the drum spray, damn, that flake got me loaded Catch a standin' ovay, clap 'till you're up and open Daddy bring the heat out, somebody leave the oven open? Bitch, who you kiddin', we be hotter than a sun blaze So fuckin' fly, I don't even need a runway Blunts full of kush, I be steamin' 'till my lungs cave Gotta gotta get paid now, fu*k someday Blocks of the chalk, spoon full of H, aye Stay with more choppers than the motherfu*kin' H has Truth call up Deuce like, "Dude, what it do?" Look pops for the loot, ain't no tellin' what I'll do I.. cock, aim and shoot HU, I see you, no ICU in the world to save you I be all about the paper, baggin' up the yaper On my barber shop shit, give the brick a taper Chorus - Deuce Verse 2 - Gadjet You can love me or hate me, I don't give a fu*k What, you tryin' to date me? Either way, you on my nuts But.. whatever you thinkin' won't stop this superstar This world is mine to rape, fu*k it like stupid groupie broads Use a magnum extra large, but ooh, I'd rather do it raw These pussy rappin' faggots sissy bastards really turn me on And I'm gonna stick it to them, man my dick is gettin' hard Fuck them all and I'ma prove it, while I do it like it's my job 'Cause if it is, I stick my di*k up in this biz to get it off While I'm ticklin' the clitoris by stickin' it in soft Just to trick them, like I'm fickle, and it's possible I'm fluff But my di*k is quick to switch the brick and give it to them rough I'm a sick and twisted son of a bi*ch, no disrespect to Mom But she gave birth to a kid way worse than Dahmer, Bin Laden, or Saddam Persistent, I'm a sadistic killer, ready to unibomb Gadjet, if faggots want static, tell they asses to bring it on Chorus - Deuce Verse 3 - Deuce: I spew hate in every direction I spit I'm tearin' it down, everything you built I already found my niche, snitches Ain't never gonna stop me, this is it And I can hear my voice, bi*ch Everyone knows I'm on fire, shit.. It's the reason why these white kids buy this There's no more Undead, it's Nine Lives This punk ass better go home or retire.. with his mama 'Cause it's already too late to stop what I did It hurts when I rip this mic up.. slap you upside And call you my bi*ch If you can't play the game, fu*ker Better stand outside it You ain't never gonna have no fame again Both you and your boyfriend in bed Look at these faggots, how I beat them with just the touch of a pen I could of smacked you hard, but I tapped you, bitch And wrote this song instead Like I said in Story of a Snitch, we are not best friends.. I almost flew over the cuckoo's nest.. I had to get shit off my chest.. You tried to push my ass off the edge.. But I got nine lives, homie, I ain't dead.. Chorus - Deuce