Gripping His Nine by Eric Patrick from Mineola United States

hook- weed smelling skunk that boy a punk that boy bouta be smoked. i am clinching my 45 that punk boy gripping his nine what he don't know is my set with the paganism.

verse- we done made eights sacrifices for this moment we got an hour of immortality bullets blazing that punk and his boys go down he look astound he look around we wipe away our blood stays we arise from ash its s rebirth slit the punks throat to bone i am chasing the blood throne uphold your piece my shooters will die before they decrease. bandana creased fold his flag scalp his head put him up dead in his bed for his family to find him the next day their boy was caught up in darkness he couldn't bang and now he will never slang i gang bang his whole damn click these side pieces ain't buy my set still hit. it was nun to personal just another monkey that fell from his tree out in the jungle bundle his set up throw em in a revine shootas can't be seen as 8twins pops eight beans. the killing the stealing all that blood can get to you so only the numb can survive i am not the strongest gorilla in the jungle but i got brains daddy always told me i was stupid smart now 8twins selling dope by the cart. i got a deal with the devil i saw myself going down to darkness i embrace catch a case for a boy we set his dope laced. it's just easier to cut it on the fet my whole damn set agree we all bet we all a wreck i try to stay clean but the devil evoking me as god jokingly say 8twins don't pray so they say.