Jop Nine-life-rolling Lyrics

Nine-life-rolling Lyrics

[Featuring Notorious B.I.G.]
J.o:guess who?
J.P:guess who?
(knock knock) biggie:who?
J.O.P:BROOKLYN STYLE DUKES
BIGGIE:the remedy cooking my enemies
you still scared of me cut glass with
P.D. JUNIOR MAFIA who the hell is
glocking YA! J.O.P as real as can be
why you change your sh*t to macaveli
running away from me in store bad boy
greatest hits faking your death like a
little bit*h, grab the bag then you
hitch my rhymes make your bit*h scare to
scratch sh*t GUNS I PACK try to attack
this
chorus:IT ITS BROOKLYN IN THE HOUSE!
TEARING SH*T DOWN BROOKLYN'S BACK
AROUND -BROOKLYN -BROOKLYN WE LIKE HOW
THAT SOUNDS
J.O:this my dream song like young boys
wish they had girls in there thongs.
PICK ICE TO stash get in the lex hit
the GAS! don't stop not even to look
at an as* having a blast with the
brooklyn crew jay-z my nigga and
biggie too grew up with J.P never
acted shady cause we was to broke to
spare a penny at 11'o clock watch
 
jerry todays topic cows who like
ladies
CHORUS:IT IS BROOKLYN IN THE HOUSE!
TEARING SH*T DOWN BROOKLYN'S BACK
AROUND -BROOKLYN -BROOKLYN WE LIKE HOW
THAT SOUNDS
J.P:BROOKLYn's so ill ama blow up the
mic call me harah relinquish bring it
homie you wanna end up with lead west
coast niggas thought biggie was dead
brownsville, canarsie, my life don't
rush style's like jackie chan J.o like
chris tuck lord tariq and peter guns
we don't bite off anybody cause our
style can't touch go to the corner
store and get me a blunt to month
later he died cancer of lungs it was
sad in the train knowing the bums,
crackheads calling you hon telling the
teacher i aint dumb,i use to order shit
out of finger hut, now i go to the
place and i finger hunt
chorus:ITS BROOKLYN IN THE HOUSE!
TEARING SH*T DOWN BROOOKLYN'S BACK
AROUND -BROOKLYN,BROOKLYN WE LIKE HOW
THAT SOUNDS (TILL THE END)