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Nine - Ova Confident lyrics
Who you gonna rip without that confidence? I really believe you're weak and overconfident" (Repeat 4x) Run for the hills but there's no escape >From a CD my wax my fat cassette tape I'm great like Alexander or nearly gets real When I hold a piece of steel and tell you how I feel All over toes are tapping Bronx Brooklyn Island of Staten Manhattan Queens South Central Compton Watts Miami Atlanta I blow up mad spots My name is Nine, recognize, remember you're too tender To get slick with the number one contender I flow like diareahha when I'm dropping shit Mama mia, ain't no cure for the pure lyrical gonnorhea Overconfidence is popping I'm like the hourglass, turn me over and I still keep dropping That old Nine flavor continues to pay the rent After you hear me you won't be so overconfident "Who you gonna rip without that confidence? I really believe you're weak and overconfident" (Repeat 4x) I hate to bust your bubble, but every single rapper's in trouble I'm crazier than ever I'm hungrier like a shark in the ocean full of legs after dark I'm a tear shit apart, pull more strings than a harp I'm cocky, like that, you know the time Check the little hand, the big hand, tell me what you see Nine o'clock on the f-ing dot Pop goes the gat and if you ever knew me you'd remember that Old school, new school, ain't nobody safe New York to LA, I'm all over the place Crazy gear like a clutch, I'm the most When I touch the microphone your overcofidence is ghost It's "Outta Here" like the $5000 loveseat Egos crush when I'm rhyming to the beat You attempt to fade me and hit me with a dent So I'm stepping to you money cause I think you're overconfident "Who you gonna rip without that confidence? I really believe you're weak and overconfident" (Repeat 4x) You thought you was the man, bad news kid I never heard of you, or the bullshit you claim you did You're phoney, full of baloney, like Oscay Meyer The weiner, your style is artificial like Purina Cat chow, meow, I'm on the prowl like Thurston Howl And been on the island with mad cash, official cow I got rhymes like you got bullshit So you know my repotoire is thick with intice spits Lyrically I'm so amazing like Luther I hit the stage and get ugly like Medusa And no place for delf, I ain't slamming If it's with the real hip-hop, then it's props that I'm demanding, understanding My potential, hollowtip lyrics I'm shooting, aiming at your motherfucking mental I'll leave you in a state of confusion, brain dead and stuck up In other words all fucked up "Who you gonna rip without that confidence? I really believe you're weak and overconfident" (Repeat 4x |
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