9 Milli Bros Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[D]The [G]burners in the stash,
we about the cash
[D]We got females that got it like that
The [G]golden childs that bone the crowd
See [D]niggas in the place
that bit my style

[Verse 2]
Well I'm a [G]singer, dancer,
we bulletproof brothers
[D]Wu- tang got the answer
'Cause if I [G]had a chance, to do it again
I will [D]still keep the heat in my pants,

[Verse 3]
uh
[G]Y'all be nice to the
crackheads, everybody listen up
[D]I shot one of my bitches,
the hoe ain't trick enough
[G]Word life to big screen don,
tapping [D]dustbones out
With star writers like I fucked celine dion
[G]Stuck everything that's
the god's honest beyond
[D]We airin' niggas out that's
the type shit that we on
[G]Official wu- tang
headbanger
Flood your space [D]with big waves
like you didn't set an anchor

[Verse 4]
Yo, [G]I drink heavy gallons of crew,
play the big part
[D]Niggas got squid on the grill,
selling kids clarks
[G]Finesse notes, yo,
the guess on with the best pose
[D]Yellow swede one matching
hat with the grey gun
[G]Niggas be rhymin' for nothing,
then my team pull [D]up
We all throw down y'all broke
niggas stay frontin'
[G]Lines come digital stupid,
plus ain't got [D]no jewlery on
Bet I'm still live and I'm coopin'
[G]Two of my silverbacks run through
a pack of your [D]wolves
Front on react and sippin'
cog- i- nac so [G]relax dude
Know I'm with [D]these cracks dude

[Verse 5]
Yo, 1, 2, Dirt Mc[G]girt!
Solid tone smith with 5th shots,
lick shots
[D]Leave your head like a
shaolin monk with 6 dots
[G]Brooklyn, zoo, zoo [D](yo)
Brooklyn, zoo! (yo!)

[Verse 6]
It's the re[G]turn of bin laden,
grab your armor
Smash [D]pretty boy niggas, crush they karma
Eat [G]bones with alligators, roll deep,
with my entour[D]age
My whole crew's fresh
out [G]the bars
Diggler, aka the cab driver
[D]Drop him off in the middle of fire
[G]Dirty island, drag bodies to the murder land
[D]Knock niggas out hurtin' my hand

[Verse 7]
I [D]remember in the elevators
when we was playin' corners
Now we play the corners and the cops is stayin' on us,
(uh)
Staten's where the war is
Where the court system's
running out of warrants
Where TNT be jumping out the Taurus
For real I can't call it
You see I love Lucy
'cause she lawless
Exactly like that 1- 0- 3- 0- 4 is
Snitch niggas swallow your tongue
Already know the island I'm from
And y'all don't want no
problems with them

[Verse 8]
We got a [G]history,
full of lightning victories
[D]Conceptual breakthrough
it ain't no mystery
[G]Long vision, from giants in every way
[D]Rap czars,
magnificent flows for every day
[G]From the east to the ville,
from the west to the hills
[D]Incredible rhymes, encouraging skill
From [G]rat packs,
the smallest crews were enormous
[D]They hit 'em fast,
with an effortless performance
[G]MCs start fleeing in flocks
Especially [D]those that's more sensitive

[Verse 9]
to heat and shock
[G]We grindin', down to the bone
My name grounded in [D]stone
I'm mr. Violence
we loungin' with chrome
Mr. [G]Violence we lounge in his home,
hit the housing on [D]Rome
Shining like a hundred
thousand in stones
Move [G]mountains with poems,
got a jones for [D]dinero
1- 6- zero my songs
we throwin' elbows
[G]The hoes cling, sho thing, we know kings
Only [D]dime dikes, with minds right,
we choose queens

[Verse 10]
Yeah [G]we wild like rockstars
who smash guitars
[D]Yo son split his face with the toast,
he ain't ghost
[G]It's no joke iron coat rife
him with the stroke
One [D]toke brains float, shot to the throat
Before the [G]smoke hit,
witness the killing
On the crime scene
[D]Body on the block
Eyes open from the shock
Of be[G]ing popped in the neck
Yet he still had a lit cigar[D]ette
between his fingers
Danger when you step into
[G]the chamber with the master
Disaster, gotta blast [D]ya, 'cause I hafta

[Verse 11]
The [G]rat pack is back from
the island of Stat'
Leave you [D]cursed off,
'cause you worship the gat
The [G]first one to snap drunk
off the Smirnoff
Blow the [D]bouncer's ear off, let
him floss he the boss
Hand[G]cuffed, to the turntables like,
Wizard Theodore
[D]See it's pure, let it rain curly ounces
[G]Bang him with the thing that
hang from the trousers
[D]You don't want no drama,
I'm flaming fast
That [G]nigga jumped up
and did the Damon Dash
[D]