The Battle - 9th Wonder, Murs

Your story would end before it begins

I throw your demo CD on the floor of my Benz

I got four girlfriends, one ex, and two main chicks

Tripped cause they all fell in love, with the same dick

The same Nick, who used to drop bars at lunch time

Laughed his dumb ass to the bank with all these punchlines

A frontline pressin out these ho niggaz

Throwin up their gang signs and I’m like, «So, nigga!»

A killer who ain’t never had a fight in his whole life

You niggaz ain’t gettin at me, on no night

Look at me man I swear I’m back on it

If she bad but her titties sag, put some racks on it

Gotta give a game a lift, with some gangsta shit

Only backpack nigga used to hang with Crips

Few of us made it out, makin major chips

Now the only time I see 'em is on the Vegas Strip

Did what we did, got out the hood ebcause we had to

The homie in the three-piece suit, he might stab you

I’m tattooed, so the hood forever with me

Niggaz talkin all that shit, but they never come and get me

Hablando, hablando, they talk they talk

But when they come to my city, they can’t walk where I walk

I’m at King Taco with a fly Ecuadorian

Exquisitely exotic, man I’m so California, damn!

.And I miss Sean Price

Body the beat out in Brooklyn, put that bitch on ice

Been nasty with these nouns since Nick at Nite

The homie Pat played the track, now it’s Nick on 9th

Government names, we in love with the game

Y’all niggaz can’t progress cause you fuckin with lames

Homie, this Mid City, only thang that I bang

From the Legends out to Strange, that ain’t never gon' change

I’m dolo, mobbin to the store off the Meadowbrook

Tattoos showin and a nigga better never look!

You paid them goons so that you can act hard

I don’t need security guards, I got God

No weapons formed against me, I shall fear no man

If it ain’t the Wu-Tang, I shall fear no +Clan+/Klan

I rip the white sheet off a redneck Republican

It’s Zulu shit, y’all don’t wanna fuck with us again

Just play the beat, let the motherfuckin record spin

It’s Murs &9th Wonder and we back to fuck it up again

So play the beat, let the motherfuckin record spin

It’s Murs &9th Wonder and we back to fuck it up again