9 Lives ft. Xzibit Lyrics

All praises due to the most high

And everything perceived by my third eye

Welcome

Uh huh

And Mr. X to the Z

Listen

All praises due to the most high

And everything perceived by my third eye

I was raised a Jehovah's Witness

Found quickly nothing was in it

Fuck that organized religion

I'm a soldier with a vision

Addiction was not an option

Give me a fighting chance

I'd fight any nigga and drop him

Yeah, I seen motherfuckers get mutilated

Separated, disintegrated

I barely made it

And that shit don't make me tough

I'm tough cause I chose to live after decades of fucking up

D.O.C. my favorite rapper

Is there really an afterlife

And if so, can I smoke a backwood (shit, I hope so)

You motherfuckers don't want none

Gatling, I named my own son after a huge gun

That means I'm really with the bullshit (don't waste no time)

All praises due to the most high

And everything perceived by my third eye

I was raised a Jehovah's Witness

Found quickly nothing was in it

Fuck that organized religion

I was raised in a white hood

But I'm scary and very ghetto

You could call me M. Night Shug

No other white people could

Hang with my affiliates

I gangbanged way before the internet

And if it was ever mentioned that

There was evidence

We didn't just get to sit and press

History

You motherfuckers think I'm a mystery

But if you don't think I'm on a mission to make history

Y'all clearly weren't listening

Because this is the one (puttin' work in)

My eleventh album

This is the fact

Yo, I gave on the track with Xzibit

I'm still spitting facts

And if you bitches think this is an act

You don't have to listen to that

But you might get smacked

Because I've lived in the trap

And I've lived in a place

Where they don't even listen to rap

They only listen to blues

Because it brings them back

And the music hurts them

Because they are a different person

And if they had followed the butterfly effect

In the right respect

And I kick it like this

Put them all in check

I go acapella

I won't stop till I tell ya

I got nothing to sell ya

I just rock with the fellas like

I was Rockefeller but I'm not P. Diddy

I do it for my city

Even if they never give me no time of day

They say rhymes don't pay

But I'ma find a way