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Rick Ross - 911 (Album Version (Explicit))

911
Rick Ross
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[Intro:]
God forgives...I don't.
In other words, retaliation is a must!

[Hook:]
I bow my head, I pray to God
Survival of the fittest,
Help me hold my chopper, Lord!
If I die today on the highway to heaven,
Can I let my top down in my nine-eleven?
In my nine-eleven? [x4]
Financial fanatic, fourty bricks in my attic,
Four hundred K in my baggage, eighty ‘round automatic.
You can't stop a bullet, this one for the money,
Secret indictments,
Porsche costs me two hundred.

[Verse 1:]
Fuck all these broke niggas, ‘cause all I do is ball,
Ain't no more off days,
My crib look like a mall,
Fired the stylist, went and bought a big and tall,
Niggas still schemin',
But we slidin' on 'em all!
I remember picking watermelons,
Now the Porsche cost me a quarter million!
If I die tonight, I know, I'm coming back, nigga,
Reincarnated – big black fat nigga!

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Fuck your investigation, started my elevation,
Cherry red nine-eleven straight to my destination.
Mayweather got a fight, make me some reservations,
Knew, I flew private, nigga, strapped with no hesitations.
Gucci Pucci money long, he got twenty cars,
Graduated from them blocks, now it's stocks and bonds,
Hoes wanna know, hoes wanna show,
They know a nigga's name, they know a nigga's strong,
Fuck wit me!

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Fuck your insinuation, work come from Venezuela,
Love me some skinny bitches, fat boy just 'bout his paper.
Hustle, while niggas gossip,
Hating, that switch the topic,
Jump in my nine-eleven, two bricks in my compartment!
She let me smell her pussy!
I know, you smell the money!
Still smell the gunpowder,
Nine-eleven: 100 miles and running.

[Hook]

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