Tony Soprano - Nines

Ice City jewels we na' pity

Zino Records

Ha ha ha ha ha!

5ive Music

It’s that nigga, Nina with the Nina

Huh!

New crib mad, by the gates got the cameras

Moved out the hood now I got neighbours like Flanders

Cah I’m chandelier livin', room marble

New watch lookin' like I shipped it in from Basel

My nigga Rizzy on the train, bringin' down a parcel

Still calling shots like I’m giving out samples

Earning bare dough these shoes on my feet are old school Italian,

like Totti and Del Piero

Usually drunk when I leave the dance

Before I go home I gotta feed these plants

Your re-up probably fit in a bra, my re-up couldn’t fit in a car

Back in jail I only had 8 channels

Had 'em puttin' letters in the box like scrabble

Niggas lying 'bout their AKs and how they been in war

They don’t roll with Dracos like Gryffindor

Shoutouts to my nigga Bunds that’s a real spartan

The roof on my new whip’s on a milk carton

When you was up in Lovebox sweating nigga

I was in that bud box sweating nigga

These days it’s like I live in the tent

Copped my first Q tied to a brick like cement

Stepped my game up, iced out everytime you saw me

Ain’t just fly in the web like a spider caught me

School days selling weed on my scooter

Sittin' on 40 ounces like Sharif on the cooler

I was selling crack on the strip

Posted with the fiends, out there with more pipes than the back of my whip

Labeled me a boss when I was on the curb slanging

Threw me on the wing, said I was a bird barren

My nigga Kilo would break a brick down into stones

Nina been whipping since Indiana Jones

Seen empires turn to sand, hands on with the B

I got dirty hands

Popped a pack of cookies, it weren’t Marylands

It’s different on my block

When you was cropping pictures, I was giving out pictures of my crop

Certified rapstar, I bring them groupies through

On my Spielberg shit, I don’t just rap I make movies too

Wish a nigga spin on me', cah I got my ting on me

Suun in the stizzy, that’s the same size as Likkle T

Before rap I ran these streets

Had niggas ticking boxes like canteen sheets

And I been in cunch grindin', ain’t been home for days

I ain’t rolling haze, I only smoke Yelaze

When they was poppin' bottles, I was on my extra grind

This rollie on my wrist ain’t to check the time

Where I’m from niggas get high off of needles

Have you seen the Sopranos?

My life’s like the sequel

It’s Nines