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a F, "F!"
a U, "U!"
a C, "C!"
a K, "K!"

We do drugs, Uncle 'til we die
So as we alive keep it movin' like a drive by
We stack dough sky high
one to five
Eighty nine tech nine it's all
(2x)

[Ill
Yeh yeh I shot plus I shot Nixon, Non-Phixion
Fuck up competition like car collision
Now ya arm's missin', you like the drummer from Def Leperd
The walkin' talkin' death weapon junk that the head spins
Peace to the X-Men, nine tech motherfuckin' nine
I wrote a hundred fuckin' rhymes about these times
Fuck up ya head like when ya dies
Non-Phixion launch an', you want!

The quartet, you at ya parents doorstep
It's G-13 with Mister Goretex government
Run in ya chick pistols, I'm here to dis you
All them rhymes that you spit on ya don't really fit you
Non-Phixion we like rock stars we burnin' cop cars
Dust the guards tryna top ours Howie he got
Runnin' the label, I twist tits like trae deuce
I'm takin' the stage the fuck off with twin cables

[Sabac
I spit the confident, zero tolerance ya continents
Future escapades cross the rival dominant,
at ya barricade, crush ya masquerade
Rip ya mask off, make you wish you never
You bitch, I make you fuck ya moms between her tits
You paganist, Avirex, suckin' dick and smokin dits
K-C-R and Lord Seer plus Garcia
Non-Phixion and we the fuck up outta