Kur - 9/11 Lyrics

NGB nigga, it's Kur the hottest nigga up town
Nobody fukin' with me nigga
Let's get it

I'm 'bout my business man, I'm 'bout my business man
Go an' ask Lex, ya bitch been a fan
I will spin ya shit just like ceiling fan
Fuck sneak dissin' I am direct
My house look just like the projects
An' if you bustin' nigga, if you bustin' nigga; why that mixtape ain't drop yet?
I don't hear these nigga I don't hear these niggas
These guys bought security with them
If I see you out I take ya jewelry nigga, I mean ya old heads
Leave yo ass with no laughs, you hanging on by no thread
Them Vernon Road niggas broke in the towers, ring the alarm; code red
Let me guess y'all gone' talk about how mom was on drugs and I sold Reg
Never been a bitch you can ask Tay that nigga knew me before o was wearing' [?]
Bank Brothers is no threat
Bryan Roberts is so whack
T-Dot is like a pitbull, put money on ya head and he go fetch
He used to break his neck just to speak with me
Now this fuck nigga tryna beef with me?
Its time to fuckin bomb, its that fuckin time
Turn Bank Brothers to Bank Mothers, y'all get money from ya fuckin moms
I got a Glock 40 with extended clip, none of y'all niggas ain't touchin' mine
Told y'all about several times
You county boys need to step in line
Before that gold shit that's around ya wrist, my homie 'Nell will turn leprechaun
Me and [AN?] we the hottest out and I don't really know who next in line but
It ain't you nigga, this street life shit ain't you nigga
Play ball and go to school nigga, before ya tall ass be on the news nigga
We seen ya bitch and came at the bitch, then called her phone like where the nudes nigga?
Y'all sweeter than fruit nigga
Don't talk shit just shoot nigga
Since you live up in the pent house
I put niggas on ya roof nigga
Tell Cal to get off my dick
Tell Lil to get off my dick
You ain't from [?] so pussy ass nigga get off my dick
We ain't filthy rich, but we ain't fucked up
That song that you song like Drake on got a couple views ok thumbs up
That's wassup, now ya lucks up
The boy BLove just fucked up
Me and me team had so many belts, had bitches like where the nunchuks
If they see you out, you getting snuffed up
Better take flight when they run up
Like you took flight you they came around
This is more than rap I ain't playin' around
My mom was smoking my mom was selling
Fuck family this is 9/11
I get high as heaven
Money over bitches I ain't tired of selling'
If you dis me in one more rap you better go to church and find a reverend
If you dis me in one more rap, you better go to church and find a reverend

Go to Church Enon!