Test Out Da Nine (Remix)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Joe Grind] Blud, don't do that Arms, legs, you can lose that Nine, teks, my niggas 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 dis ting but you just chat You pricks make me laugh at your rhymes You chat like your gun's got a different design Blud listen to mine Same time make shotgun lift up your drive So get your head out the sky I'll get the spesh out to cry You don't wanna test out the Grind Shots to your brain will make you get out and fly [Verse 2: Kyze] 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 For a new necklace get blown to your ancestors Known that it's a Narm ting, forever go hard ting You'd think it was the races, the way the dog's barking Niggas get scarred in, wars they take part it So watch where you're parking or get dearly departed You can get blasted by niggas black-scarfing They love to get the nine out, cock back and rass 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 Pecknarm's the straight hardest And this is our year so fuck them other artists [Verse 3: Gunna Dee] 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 looking like a blowfish When I move through the Narm I've got the big nine, I don't move with no armour I'll go round, shoot up your town Come back around, I'll be shooting at karma I ain't shooting dice but shooting's a gamble I don't give a fuck, I let my gun blow Fuck Trident, fuck Hamrow 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 [Verse 4: Tiny Boost] Pecky man still testing the 9's My squad get the best out of crime Mind I don't get the spesh out to ride Copper shots might tek out your lights And they're getting pissed off 'cause I know Giggs But I've got my own gang did you notice Peckham Young Guns fam niggas know this Violate and I'll aim where your dome is Guns out, better mind where your head's going Man will light up your set like the thread's glowing And I ride with the best known Tiny Giggs, Young Taz, can't forget Jones Might squeeze off and take off your neck bone You leg won't so how the fuck would your neck grow Got connects for the best chrome SN1's the hardest, let it get known [Verse 5: Giggs] I've got the best out behind me SN1 on the Test Out Da Nine beat Let out my mind's heat Rap works out I might get out the grind scene Drop Walk In Da 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 Might take a quick journey, set out to find me Women set out to grind me They let their stress out, rewind me in the stereo But this just reminds me Of bitch niggas that set out to line me I stick my neck out for YG Three Mac-10's, man spent up to 9 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 YG's I've gotta set out to find p's