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INTRO
Aye I’m a call this song right here Channel 9
It’s gon be Channel 9
Channel 9
HOOK:
Causing homicides
Making mommas cry
They be channel 9
They be channel 9
187s gone get televised
put him on channel 9
Murder for hire
So how I ride on my side
That be where my iron tucked
Nobody in the Backseat we meet they might go and slime sum
Tryna pay for his life lil dae he tryna sign some
Put a hole in his back you see through his **** like blind son
VERSE 1
Glock with the Roni Kit fold from the side to the back
I control this ***** like my son
Hang him from rope amputate his neck
I might get put in the asylum
You wanna be my *****, just be my *****
Help me cope with these problems
I **** you long in the shower
You gon give me the cold shoulder
I **** you more when you pouting
If I dropped this on your shoulder
Would you still see me the same
And when I won’t **** out the blue, that’s them bodies that’s on my brain
My ass spending different ways
Try to remember everything
Position the way I move will cost your life for swervin in my lane
HOOK:
Causing homicides
Making mommas cry
They be channel 9
They be channel 9
187s gone get televised
put him on channel 9
Murder for hire
So how I ride on my side
That be where my iron tucked
Nobody in the Backseat we meet they might go and slime sum
Tryna pay for his life lil dae he tryna sign some
Put a hole in his back you see through his **** like blind son
VERSE 2
Free bro nem out of that slammer
Cold as a ***** under cotton sheets
Slangin knifes everyday
While they fighting arm robbery
And murder to the first degree
I’m shooting Shawn Kemp, aint no attempt
Cuz n***as really wanna murder me
If it ever go down and your mans down
N***as never heard of me
I just wanna place that I can call home
I been doing a lot burglary
My patience there don’t care if he be long
I be really tryna hold on
Know it’s a eye for a eye
So we go the way to get you gone
HOOK:
Causing homicides
Making mommas cry
They be channel 9
They be channel 9
187s gone get televised
put him on channel 9
Murder for hire
So how I ride on my side
That be where my iron tucked
Nobody in the Backseat we meet they might go and slime sum
Tryna pay for his life lil dae he tryna sign some
Put a hole in his back you see through his **** like blind son