Da9 (INTRO)

They call me Evo, I'm from the 9th Don't do a mini, just be in my style I'm a slime, I love my doggy, name that bitch Nina I let her go, she gon' bite if I need her Ain't eat in a minute, so I gotta feed her I'm walkin' down in a cloak like the Reaper I got a family, I'm charted for features And if you ain't gang, then believe I don't need you They hear how I flow, they like, who that? What's the secret, how you do that But my flow can be copied, there's no cap And them demons I'm with ain't got no rap So if you got a problem, then tap in Send an op on the ride like strap in I was soft, but I'm harder since back then All my niggas like family, so f*ck friends 24-7, I'm locked and loaded Not like the rest of my bluff, I told it I'm pullin' up if I catch him, I go, skunk I cut that boy in the middle of Pulse And lettin' it go, but we ain't talkin' frills And thought he was hard, and the pressure he folded Tackle this toe, watch his body get colder This shit, they yell, we hittin' the floor, though I know some niggas, they all want me dead But I still walk around just like everything fine Pride is pressure, and I see they breakin And that's motivation, let's keep up the grind Bust down the necker so they see the shine Bans at the top, if you wastin' my time Bitch, I'm the ticket, yeah, I'm the one Put my life on these lines, I don't do this for fun We ain't stoppin' for twelve, take the pigs on the run I see the opps, and I clutch on the gun Give them the clip, then I go on the run Mission accomplished, they told me, done Now here, Pac, he gon' f*ck up your lungs And whoever want smoke, we gon' turn them to ruts We get to work, kick it out like a punter Just me and the gang, we be slidin' for fun I got hollows for niggas, need to bark if I pull on that trigger How you gangin', you told on your niggas How your family but turned to a witness He ain't solid, he talk to the district Thought your bitch was the one, but she trickin You got squares in your circle, then fix it How your family with deadly intentions Where your heart, where that carmony a biscuit He was tough, but his energy missin Guess the heart was so separate, we shippin' I'm an opps, I move with the gang Hit his front, then they knock out his back Welcome, Brooke, then I'm huggin' the track Hit a bro, he gon' throw me a pack We got ounces of ace to the gas Ayy, ayy, it's the nine or nothin' If a nigga move wrong, we crush him Or we talk to the opps, f*ck him Or we smoke on the gang, dump him If he reach for his side, up it If he pullin', then he better bust it How you ain't bout to blow, but you clutchin'? I'll blow up his top on some Trump shit The Nine