Nine Piece-T.I./DJ Rell

Rick Ross Ten Jesus Pieces [Featuring：Stalley] [Intro：Rick Ross] God forgives, He's so honorable But living amongst thieves and niggas like myself You will not have that luxury [Verse 1: Rick Ross] I wake up excited, I made it through the night Things I did in the dark, will it ever see the light? My nurse should be a wreck, I got a bad chick She keeps me erect, she loves my ad-libs I think I'm a genius, hundred grand a f**king feature I do at least three a week, roll up the f**king reefer Went from Benihana to Bimini in Bahamas Ten chains, no luggage, I'm a big timer Niggas claim that they thugging when they dick-riding My niggas rather walk, do they own brick climbing On the block in my all white sneakers Lord knows that my ten Jesus pieces Pray for me cause you know a n***a doing wrong My homie in the cell, so I had to write a poem Count mills for the times that we had it hard Asking for a hundred mill as I pray to God [Hook: Rick Ross] I do this for my niggas facing hard times Empty on them corners if you hustling part time Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties Rakim flows, coming from the far side Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives I pray for every soul that this music reaches Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Young n***a coming up, they wanna gun you down Drinking vodka in the memory of my nigga, damn (I miss you Peanut) Riding real slow on them all golds (we had them nigga) Shopping for them Os when the mall close Repping for your homies when they all gone Get empowered then you put your dog on (Real shit) All black tees, ten gold chains At the Super Bowl, but we in the d**e game Ten years strong in the same trap Ten years blowing on that strong path Lord knows that I wanna live right But Lord knows what that Club Liv like (right) Forty dollar tab meaning forty grand Lord what he got it rolled up in a rubber band Holding on the forty in his other hand Ten chains on, smoking in the motherland [Hook: Rick Ross] I do this for my niggas facing hard times Empty on them corners if you hustling part time Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties Rakim flows, coming from the far side Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives I pray for every soul that this music reaches Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces [Verse 3: Rick Ross] I'm his poltergeist, niggas know I'm more than nice All these jewels on, all boys are nice I could see it in the sparkle cause it lackluster Black card maxed out, damn black brother White collar, black market Chrome Smith and Wesson, back pocket Eight shot, B***h I'm a top shotta Screaming your affiliations, but that don't matter I'm flyin' first class as the snakes slither Never blackmail a motherf**king killer On trial and they wanna execute me It's really sad, just the fact they never knew me True G to the core, feel my texture A true G keeps it raw in his lecture Keep it simple, white tee, new sneakers Dope boy style, ten Jesus pieces [Hook: Rick Ross] I do this for my niggas facing hard times Empty on them corners if you hustling part time Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties Rakim flows, coming from the far side Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives I pray for every soul that this music reaches Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces [Verse 4: Stalley] Versace shirt, Jesus laying on the chest Man I swear Big did it the best, I mean Nas did it fresh, Jay did it fresh, I mean Ye did it fresh, but man Big did it the best And I was so impressed that I went and got ten Now I'm stunting on these niggas cause I couldn't back in Rose gold, yellow gold, a couple platinum And I wear them all at once, I ain't trying to match them I remember bumping Mac 10 and that deuce in the corner Scraping up for a sandwich and a soda Now my strength is up and I'm dangling chains off my shoulders But no Jesus piece on mine, cause at times I feel ashamed For the reason that I rhyme And they say, cause I'm M****m I shouldn't think about the shine Or even put it in a rhyme It's better things I could talk about or put my money towards But for now, I'ma wear these ten chains and floss [Hook: Rick Ross] I do this for my niggas facing hard times Empty on them corners if you hustling part time Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties Rakim flows, coming from the far side Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives I pray for every soul that this music reaches Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces [Outro] We untouchable... Mi historia es complicada, pero al fin del día valió la pena, porque ahora estoy trabajando con el jefe. My history is complicated, but at the end of the day, it was worth it, because now I'm working with the boss Yo viví en Colombia y viví muchas cosas, me entiende? I lived in Colombia and I lived a lot of things, you understand me? Vi muertes… vi muertes… vi cuerpos en las calles, sangrando después del colegio, con 12, 13 años viendo estas cosas en la calle. I saw deaths… I saw deaths… I saw bodies in the streets, bleeding after school, with 12, 13 years seeing these things in the streets Y siempre quería venir para aquí otra vez, y me vine, y trabaje porque tenia otra mentalidad. Y cuando llegue acá entendí mi propósito: hacer dinero, ser rico para siempre. And I always wanted to come back here, and I came, and I worked because I had another mentality. And when I arrived here I understood my purpose: make money and be rich forever. Dios perdona, yo no. God forgives, I don't.