Either you live, or you die. The struggle's real
Strychnine Records
Prophet
Yo Strict nine be the gang, guess what nigga that ain't never gon' change
Your lil 38, that ain't got no range, pocket full of coins and I still won't change
You ain't gotta drive, bitch, stay in your lane, I bet 2K that this ain't no game
I ain't got slaves, but I need your chain, and I been left school, but I still want brain
How you get hurt, but your niggas wanna play, how I get dome, but I got no baes
You can call me proph nigga, that's my name, or you can call me king, that's the same damn thing
Two OZs and it's all gon' move, goons in the crib, nigga, what you gon' prove
Betting on me, think I'm gon' lose, is betting a old man that he ain't gon' snooze
Hating on me, not good for your veins, snitching on niggas ain't good for the game
Blowin on loud, real good for the pain, got damn shame what you did for the fame
You don't even know what I did for the stain, wearing all white like I'm swim in cocaine
Walk with the fire and I stay with the flame, f*ck battleship, this a whole different game, listen
Strict nine be the gang, guess what nigga, that ain't never gon' change
Your lil 38, that ain't got no range, pocket full of coins and I still won't change
How you gon' talk but you niggas all lame, do the same thing, man, this shit is insane
Grams of the loud and I take it to the brain, independent nigga, cuz I do my own thing listen
They don't know what I did for the stain, had to walk with the fire, that's pain
And it had to make sense, don't change, never really, really did it for the fame
It's your heart, young boy, free game, what you got about six shots, six shots
4-5 cocaine out the zip lock, still talking bout pushing them keys
It's a metaphor, show you how to get it out the door, then bring it back in, then flip it to some more
But you gotta have courage and you gotta have rules and you gotta have morals and you gotta have standards
Strict nine don't play, homie, we be coming to your door and we knocking like Flanders
We be the cornerbacks, Champ Bailey, Mel Blount, Delroy Ravis, Wilson
Can't forget about the all-time great and he go by Deion Sanders
Flip the coin, get the game started, I don't give two f*cks bout your cartier
Still walk with the fire, that's Luke Kane, whats a head full of pots with no brain
Left the house with no socks, that's okay, took your legs off, that's foreplay
Bout to rap this burrito like an essay, in the kitchen on the counter getting messy
Better make every day be your best day, they'll try to get you gone on a holiday
Or your birthday, that's insane
They say money and the power is the name of the game
But you gotta have respect cuz respect don't change
Strict nine be the gang, guess what nigga that ain't never gon' change
Your Lil' 38 that ain't got no range, pocket full of coins and I still won't change huh
Strict nine be the gang, guess what nigga that ain't never gon' change
Your Lil' 38 that ain't got no range, pocket full of coins and I still won't change
Prophet, Strict nine
Prophiavelli - Strict 9 B Da Gang (feat. Franchise) Lyrics
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Either you live, or you die. The struggle's real
Strychnine Records
Prophet
Yo Strict nine be the gang, guess what nigga that ain't never gon' change
Your lil 38, that ain't got no range, pocket full of coins and I still won't change
You ain't gotta drive, bitch, stay in your lane, I bet 2K that this ain't no game
I ain't got slaves, but I need your chain, and I been left school, but I still want brain
How you get hurt, but your niggas wanna play, how I get dome, but I got no baes
You can call me proph nigga, that's my name, or you can call me king, that's the same damn thing
Two OZs and it's all gon' move, goons in the crib, nigga, what you gon' prove
Betting on me, think I'm gon' lose, is betting a old man that he ain't gon' snooze
Hating on me, not good for your veins, snitching on niggas ain't good for the game
Blowin on loud, real good for the pain, got damn shame what you did for the fame
You don't even know what I did for the stain, wearing all white like I'm swim in cocaine
Walk with the fire and I stay with the flame, f*ck battleship, this a whole different game, listen
Strict nine be the gang, guess what nigga, that ain't never gon' change
Your lil 38, that ain't got no range, pocket full of coins and I still won't change
How you gon' talk but you niggas all lame, do the same thing, man, this shit is insane
Grams of the loud and I take it to the brain, independent nigga, cuz I do my own thing listen
They don't know what I did for the stain, had to walk with the fire, that's pain
And it had to make sense, don't change, never really, really did it for the fame
It's your heart, young boy, free game, what you got about six shots, six shots
4-5 cocaine out the zip lock, still talking bout pushing them keys
It's a metaphor, show you how to get it out the door, then bring it back in, then flip it to some more
But you gotta have courage and you gotta have rules and you gotta have morals and you gotta have standards
Strict nine don't play, homie, we be coming to your door and we knocking like Flanders
We be the cornerbacks, Champ Bailey, Mel Blount, Delroy Ravis, Wilson
Can't forget about the all-time great and he go by Deion Sanders
Flip the coin, get the game started, I don't give two f*cks bout your cartier
Still walk with the fire, that's Luke Kane, whats a head full of pots with no brain
Left the house with no socks, that's okay, took your legs off, that's foreplay
Bout to rap this burrito like an essay, in the kitchen on the counter getting messy
Better make every day be your best day, they'll try to get you gone on a holiday
Or your birthday, that's insane
They say money and the power is the name of the game
But you gotta have respect cuz respect don't change
Strict nine be the gang, guess what nigga that ain't never gon' change
Your Lil' 38 that ain't got no range, pocket full of coins and I still won't change huh
Strict nine be the gang, guess what nigga that ain't never gon' change
Your Lil' 38 that ain't got no range, pocket full of coins and I still won't change
Prophet, Strict nine
Strychnine Records
Prophet
Yo Strict nine be the gang, guess what nigga that ain't never gon' change
Your lil 38, that ain't got no range, pocket full of coins and I still won't change
You ain't gotta drive, bitch, stay in your lane, I bet 2K that this ain't no game
I ain't got slaves, but I need your chain, and I been left school, but I still want brain
How you get hurt, but your niggas wanna play, how I get dome, but I got no baes
You can call me proph nigga, that's my name, or you can call me king, that's the same damn thing
Two OZs and it's all gon' move, goons in the crib, nigga, what you gon' prove
Betting on me, think I'm gon' lose, is betting a old man that he ain't gon' snooze
Hating on me, not good for your veins, snitching on niggas ain't good for the game
Blowin on loud, real good for the pain, got damn shame what you did for the fame
You don't even know what I did for the stain, wearing all white like I'm swim in cocaine
Walk with the fire and I stay with the flame, f*ck battleship, this a whole different game, listen
Strict nine be the gang, guess what nigga, that ain't never gon' change
Your lil 38, that ain't got no range, pocket full of coins and I still won't change
How you gon' talk but you niggas all lame, do the same thing, man, this shit is insane
Grams of the loud and I take it to the brain, independent nigga, cuz I do my own thing listen
They don't know what I did for the stain, had to walk with the fire, that's pain
And it had to make sense, don't change, never really, really did it for the fame
It's your heart, young boy, free game, what you got about six shots, six shots
4-5 cocaine out the zip lock, still talking bout pushing them keys
It's a metaphor, show you how to get it out the door, then bring it back in, then flip it to some more
But you gotta have courage and you gotta have rules and you gotta have morals and you gotta have standards
Strict nine don't play, homie, we be coming to your door and we knocking like Flanders
We be the cornerbacks, Champ Bailey, Mel Blount, Delroy Ravis, Wilson
Can't forget about the all-time great and he go by Deion Sanders
Flip the coin, get the game started, I don't give two f*cks bout your cartier
Still walk with the fire, that's Luke Kane, whats a head full of pots with no brain
Left the house with no socks, that's okay, took your legs off, that's foreplay
Bout to rap this burrito like an essay, in the kitchen on the counter getting messy
Better make every day be your best day, they'll try to get you gone on a holiday
Or your birthday, that's insane
They say money and the power is the name of the game
But you gotta have respect cuz respect don't change
Strict nine be the gang, guess what nigga that ain't never gon' change
Your Lil' 38 that ain't got no range, pocket full of coins and I still won't change huh
Strict nine be the gang, guess what nigga that ain't never gon' change
Your Lil' 38 that ain't got no range, pocket full of coins and I still won't change
Prophet, Strict nine
Writer: Rashid Younger, Stephen Gonzalez
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Prophiavelli
Language: English
Length: 3:06
Written by: Rashid Younger, Stephen Gonzalez