Test out Da Nine [Remix] Lyrics By Giggs

• Artist Giggs
• Featured SN1
• Title Test out Da Nine [Remix]
• Album Walk in Da Park

Blud, don't do that
Arms, legs, you can lose that
Nine Techs, my **** shoot back
Shut your brain down, you can't reboot that
You ain't hard, better get back
We'll get your crew clapped
You dumb fags, say you're on this thing
But you just chat
You pricks make me laugh at your rhymes
You chat like your guns got a different design
Blud, listen to mine
Same time make shotgun lift up your track
So get your head out the sky
I'll get the spesh out to cry
You don't wanna test out the brains
Shots to your brain
Make you get out and fly
Stretch out the grind, test out the nine
SN1 will open your head and let out your mind
This is get down or die, my set let the rounds fly
Show us the pound signs or get blown to cloud-heights
Young mad and reckless, bad crack for breakfast
Fora new necklace get blown to your ancestors
Know that is a norm forever go hard ting
You'd think it was the races, the way the dogs barkin'
**** get scared in, wars they take part in
So watch where you're parkin' or get dearly departed
You can get blasted by **** black scarfin'
They love to get the nine out, cock back and roast him
Certain man ain't ready, and I knew I'd outlast him
This is for the soldiers, this ain't for the half-hearted
Come on, Pecknarm's the straight hardest
And this is our year so fuck them other artists
Let me test out the nine
One press I'll leave you left with no spine
Spineless plus I'll leave you with no face
A headshot will have you lookin' like a blowfish
When I move through the Narm
Got the big nine, I don't move with no armor
I'll go round, shoot up your town
Come back around, I'll be shootin' at karma
I ain't shootin' dice but shootin's a gamble
I don't give a fuck, I let my gun blow
Fuck Trident, fuck Hamroll
I'll aim at you with a gun full
Full clip will rip up your lungs too
Too much in your lungs you can't run through
Wanna ride on my team, that's the wrong move
Pecky man still testin' the nines
My squad get the best out of crime
Mind I don't get the spesh out to ride
Copper shots might take out your lights
And they're gettin' pissed off 'cause I know Giggs
But I've got my own gang, did you notice?
Pack 'em young guns, fam **** know this
Violate and I'll aim where your dome is
Guns out, best mind where your head's going
Man will light up your set like the thread's glowin's
And I ride with the best known
Tiny Giggs, Young Taz, can't forget Jones
Might squeeze out the slack in your neck bone
You leg roll so how the fuck would your neck grow?
Got connects for the best chrome
SN1's the hardest, let it get known
I've got the best out behind me
SN1 on the test out da nine beat
Yes, I define streets
Let out my mind's heat
Rap works out I might get out the grind scene
Drop walk in the park, little launch party
Then jet out for nine weeks
Check out a nice beach, stretch out my fine feet
Might holler at Jacob, check out a timepiece
But won't forget 'bout my fine team
SN1 I throw my set up, the sign's P
My head's been a bit messed up
I might take a journey, set out to find me
Women set out to grind me
They let their stress out, rewind me in the stereo
This just reminds me
Of bitch **** that set out to line me
I stick my neck out fo YG
Three Mac-tens, man, spent up to nice G
I've been a mess-up since YPB
I know the feds hate the IC3
And I'm the best out the mic needs me
You better step out my sight please, G
Step out the line please
'Cause this is test out the nine greaze
This is mess up your mind greaze
This is get out your nine, please
This is set up to find G's
This is get up rewind, please
I gotta big up the YGs
I'm gonna set out to find P's