Talk To My Nine Lyrics

[Verse 1: Woodie]
I took the bad with the good and started makin' moves to better
The future for my small gang in nineteen ninety-seven
Put my lark up for collateral and got a small loan
To start an independent label the homiez could call home
Had a lot of road to pave but we displayed our thirst
On Yoc influenced shortly after had to face the worst
When we lost the backbone of our mini militia
With blackbird gone the weak faded out of the picture
Left with a handful of five-star, west twentieth die-hard's
A few still in the streets and a couple behind bars
We stuck to our sidearms and mixed it with music
And spoke of life as we knew it, embraced our talent and used it
The way authorities view it, they tell a whole different story
And have the public think we killaz only out for the glory
That share no values or principles totin' pistols and rifles
We might be territorial but they the devils disciples
Yeah we might fight for respect and even murder for freedom
Cause it's our right to protect our people from those who mistreat 'em
And that applies to any threat that wields intentions to harm usWoodie - Talk To My Nine - http://motolyrics.com/woodie/talk-to-my-nine-lyrics.html
They use the news to alarm us, a ploy to ruse and disarm us
I know that many won't comprehend the tongue that I'm speakin' in
Look beyond the television hopefully it starts sinkin' in
Find questions held deep within' the back of your mind
Seek out the answer then teach a friend, feed facts to the blind
And help enlighten our kind, no slack so tighten your line
Or you might find yourself within' the line of sight on a nine
Some say my mind is in a state of paranoia, they right
I say paranoia's underrated it could save your life!
If debatin' retaliation know I stay on my toes
And stay with multiple weapons beneath them everyday clothes
I'll read those violent intentions from body language displayed
Not let you know I seen ya' comin' from a mile away

[Chorus x2]
It's hard to be real we walk a fine line
Don't talk to me chill, here talk to my nine
If they cross that fine line they must've lost their mind
It's not the first time we left somebody boxed in pine