Ninth Else to Do Songtext
von Trouble

I guess its a body everyday, its a body everyday now
Body count, body count, body, body, keep on killin
Ain′t nothin' else to do right now
Ain′t nothin' else to do
Nigga, I love you, everything pretty too when i hop on it
Nigga, I love you
Now tell your old lady, baby, I love you, I love you girl
Everything ain't about the money

They killin′, they keep on killin′
Ain't nothin′ else to do right now
They keep on killin'
Ain′t nothin' else to do right now
Chop it down

Keep on spraying out on the block
They killin′, they keep on killin'
Ain't nothin′ else to do right now
Chop it down
Ain′t nothin' else to do right now
Ain′t nothin' else to do right now


I had to forgive my daddy, nigga, mainly for myself
No more judgin′ him for his bullshit-ass past
He was on the bag
I have a lot of talk with Black, he changed my way of thinkin'
Gotta thank Tasha for helpin′ me slow down on the drinkin'

Still here now, I haven't scraped, though, ain′t gon′ even flex
White Crop and Terry pourin' up when he got wet
Nendo got killed, nobody understand that
Gangsta got killed, they′ll get snitched on, but who the rest?

A lot of people love Squirrel, they gon' miss you, girl
My mama, that′s my world
Nobody, no diamond, no pearl can replace that
If it took money, I'da been brought DJ back
If it took money, we′da been at all the runs

If I'm such a ho, I ain't nobody′s shelter home
I walk around like I want him, but I still see the killin′
They took Mario away, and got me in my feelings

They killin', they keep on killin′
Ain't nothin′ else to do right now
They keep on killin'
Like it ain′t nothin' else to do right now
Chop it down


Damn, my life, nigga, keep on spreadin' out on the block
I don′t give a damn
They killin′, they keep on killin'
Like it ain′t nothin' else to do right now
Chop it down
Like it ain′t nothin' else to do right now

Damn, my life, nigga, ain′t nothin' else to do right now
And I swear, nigga, be out your dime, no more bullshit
Like this nigga don't fuck, this nigga bitchin′, this nigga don′t flip
And this lil' bitch, yeah, she just talk too much, be gossipin′ and shit

Now her fault, none told, her fault, it mixed up that quick
And her folk don't play the ball, them niggas cutthroat
And them folk don′t even know, ain't ′bout to get Peter-rolled
That's another body, Channel 2, you see the new ting got another K

I pray to God he make it through, why he got a gun?
Don't the cop got one too?
That white ho smiling anytime we gotta chew it
And one for life
Rest in peace to all the soldiers
I thank God I′m lasting longer

They killin′, they keep on killin'
Like it ain′t nothin' else to do right now
They keep on killin′
Like it ain't nothin′ else to do right now
Chop it down
They keep on spraying
Out of the block, out of the kids
They killin', they keep on killin'

Like it ain′t nothin′ else to do right now
Chop it down
Like it ain't nothin′ else to do right now
Damn, man
Like it ain't nothin′ else to do right now