Test out Da Nine (feat. SN1) [Remix]

Blud, don't do that

Arms, legs, you can lose that

Nine Techs, my **** shoot back

Shut your brain down, you can't reboot that

You ain't hard, better get back

We'll get your crew clapped

You dumb fags, say you're on this thing

But you just chat

You pricks make me laugh at your rhymes

You chat like your guns got a different design

Blud, listen to mine

Same time make shotgun lift up your track

So get your head out the sky

I'll get the spesh out to cry

You don't wanna test out the brains

Shots to your brain

Make you get out and fly

Stretch out the grind, test out the nine

SN1 will open your head and let out your mind

This is get down or die, my set let the rounds fly

Show us the pound signs or get blown to cloud-heights

Young mad and reckless, bad crack for breakfast

Fora new necklace get blown to your ancestors

Know that is a norm forever go hard ting

You'd think it was the races, the way the dogs barkin'

**** get scared in, wars they take part in

So watch where you're parkin' or get dearly departed

You can get blasted by **** black scarfin'

They love to get the nine out, cock back and roast him

Certain man ain't ready, and I knew I'd outlast him

This is for the soldiers, this ain't for the half-hearted

Come on, Pecknarm's the straight hardest

And this is our year so fuck them other artists

Let me test out the nine

One press I'll leave you left with no spine

Spineless plus I'll leave you with no face

A headshot will have you lookin' like a blowfish

When I move through the Narm

Got the big nine, I don't move with no armor

I'll go round, shoot up your town

Come back around, I'll be shootin' at karma

I ain't shootin' dice but shootin's a gamble

I don't give a fuck, I let my gun blow

Fuck Trident, fuck Hamroll

I'll aim at you with a gun full

Full clip will rip up your lungs too

Too much in your lungs you can't run through

Wanna ride on my team, that's the wrong move

Pecky man still testin' the nines

My squad get the best out of crime

Mind I don't get the spesh out to ride

Copper shots might take out your lights

And they're gettin' pissed off 'cause I know Giggs

But I've got my own gang, did you notice?

Pack 'em young guns, fam **** know this

Violate and I'll aim where your dome is

Guns out, best mind where your head's going

Man will light up your set like the thread's glowin's

And I ride with the best known

Tiny Giggs, Young Taz, can't forget Jones

Might squeeze out the slack in your neck bone

You leg roll so how the fuck would your neck grow?

Got connects for the best chrome

SN1's the hardest, let it get known

I've got the best out behind me

SN1 on the test out da nine beat

Yes, I define streets

Let out my mind's heat

Rap works out I might get out the grind scene

Drop walk in the park, little launch party

Then jet out for nine weeks

Check out a nice beach, stretch out my fine feet

Might holler at Jacob, check out a timepiece

But won't forget 'bout my fine team

SN1 I throw my set up, the sign's P

My head's been a bit messed up

I might take a journey, set out to find me

Women set out to grind me

They let their stress out, rewind me in the stereo

This just reminds me

Of bitch **** that set out to line me

I stick my neck out fo YG

Three Mac-tens, man, spent up to nice G

I've been a mess-up since YPB

I know the feds hate the IC3

And I'm the best out the mic needs me

You better step out my sight please, G

Step out the line please

'Cause this is test out the nine greaze

This is mess up your mind greaze

This is get out your nine, please

This is set up to find G's

This is get up rewind, please

I gotta big up the YGs

I'm gonna set out to find P's