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Who you gonna rip without that confidence?I really believe you're weak and overconfident (Repeat 4x)Run for the hills, but there's no escape>From a CD, my wax, my fat cassette tapeI'm great, like Alexander, or nearly gets realWhen I hold a piece of steel and tell you how I feelAll over, toes are tapping, Bronx, Brooklyn, Island of StatenManhattan, Queens, South Central, Compton, WattsMiami, Atlanta, I blow up mad spotsMy name is Nine, recognize, remember you're too tenderTo get slick with the number one contenderI flow like diareahha when I'm dropping shitMama mia, ain't no cure for the pure lyrical gonnorheaOverconfidence is poppingI'm like the hourglass, turn me over and I still keep droppingThat old Nine flavor continues to pay the rentAfter you hear me you won't be so overconfidentWho you gonna rip without that confidence?I really believe you're weak and overconfident (Repeat 4x)I hate to bust your bubble, but every single rapper's in troubleI'm crazier than everI'm hungrier like a shark in the ocean full of legs after darkI'm a tear shit apart, pull more strings than a harpI'm cocky, like that, you know the timeCheck the little hand, the big hand, tell me what you seeNine o'clock on the f-ing dotLetras de cancionesPop goes the gat and if you ever knew me you'd remember thatOld school, new school, ain't nobody safeNew York to LA, I'm all over the placeCrazy gear like a clutch, I'm the mostWhen I touch the microphone your overcofidence is ghostIt's Outta Here like the $5000 loveseatEgos crush when I'm rhyming to the beatYou attempt to fade me and hit me with a dentSo I'm stepping to you money cause I think you're overconfidentWho you gonna rip without that confidence?I really believe you're weak and overconfident (Repeat 4x)You thought you was the man, bad news kidI never heard of you, or the bullshit you claim you didYou're phoney, full of baloney, like Oscay MeyerThe weiner, your style is artificial like PurinaCat chow, meow, I'm on the prowl like Thurston HowlAnd been on the island with mad cash, official cowI got rhymes like you got bullshitSo you know my repotoire is thick with intice spitsLyrically I'm so amazing like LutherI hit the stage and get ugly like MedusaAnd no place for delf, I ain't slammingIf it's with the real hip-hop, then it's props that I'm demanding, understandingMy potential, hollowtip lyricsI'm shooting, aiming at your motherfucking mentalI'll leave you in a state of confusion, brain dead and stuck upIn other words all fucked upWho you gonna rip without that confidence?I really believe you're weak and overconfident (Repeat 4x) From Letras Mania