[Truth]:

[Truth]:
those fools are never gonna rap again
yeah, we go push all you mother [bad word] back
it aint over till its over man
revenge is like a mother [bad word]  aint it?

[Deuce]:
Ninelives.

[Deuce]: Chorus:
Love me or hate me but I ain’t stoppin’ ‘till I’m on top.
I’m screamin’  [bad word] the world’ like Tupac.
Say my name and you might get shot.
‘It’s Ninelives mutha’ [bad word]  ‘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 its Ninelives mutha’ [bad word]  till I drop.

[Veze Skante]:
they call me scante bigante
ok im reloadin'
sticks let the drum spray [bad word] that flake got me loaded
catch a standin' ovay
clap until your up and open
daddy bring the heat out
someone leave the oven open? [bad word] who you kiddin'
we be hotter than a sun blaze
so [bad word] fly i don't even need a run way
blunts full of kush
i be steamin till my lungs cave
gotta, gotta get paid
now [bad word] someday
blocks of the chalk
and a spoon full of (aye)
stay with more choppers
than the mutha [bad word] HAs
true call up deuce like dude what it do
look pops for the loot
aint no tellin what I'll do
I [bad word] aim and shoot
HU I see you
no ICU in the world that save you
I be all about the paper
baggin up the yaper
on my barbershop [bad word] give da brick a taper

(Deuce(Ninelives))
[Deuce]: Chorus

[Gaget]:
You can love me or hate me, I don’t give a [bad word] 
What you tryin’ a date me? Either way either you on my nuts, but
whateva’ you thinkin’ won’t stop this supa’ star,
this world is mine to rape, [bad word] it like stupid groupie broads.
Use a magnum extra-large but I’d ooh rather do it raw,
these [bad word] rappin’ [bad word] sissy [bad word] really turn me on...
and I’m gonna stick it to ‘em, man my [bad word] is gettin’ hard, [bad word] ‘em all and I’m a prove it while I do it like its my job.
If it is I stick my [bad word] up in this biz to get it off,
while I’m ticklin’ the clitoris by stickin’ it in soft,
just to trick ‘em like I’m fickle and its possible I’m fluff,
but my [bad word] is quick to switch the brick and give it to ‘em rough.
I’m a sick and twisted son of a [bad word]  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 uni-bomb.
Gadget, if [bad word] want static tell they asses to bring it on.

(Deuce(Ninelives))
[Deuce]: Chorus

[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.
I can hear my voice [bad word] 
everyone knows I’m on fire, [bad word] 
its the reason why these white kids buy this.
Theres no more Undead, its Ninelives,
this punk [bad word] better go home or retire, with his mama
‘cause its already to late to stop what I did.
It hurts when I rip this mic’ up, slap you upside
and call you ‘my [bad word]  if you can’t play the game [bad word] better stand outside it.
You ain’t never gonna have no fame again,
both you and your boyfriend in bed.
Look at these [bad word]  how I beat them with
just the touch of a pen.
I could’ a smacked you hard but I tapped you [bad word] 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 [bad word] off my chest,
you tried to push my [bad word] off the edge, but I got Ninelives homey,
I ain’t dead.

[Deuce]: Chorus