Tha Product [Turkish translation]

[Hook: U-Neek and Nine]

Now I got the product to keep ya ass open

I got the product to keep ya ass smokin

I got the product two for ten

Buy a dime, unwind, let the ruckus begin

[Verse 1: U-Neek]

I rizzock the spot, make your blood drip-drop

I'm down for hip-hop, stunts blunts and makin big knots

All I need to proceed with words

Is the chronic smoke from a little bit that herb

And that's my word, I slam it, now you "Scream" like Janet

And Michael, the Bounce Squad psycho

Built like Tyco, Tonka, I gots to conquer

More chocolate than Willy Wonka, how you want it?

[Verse 2: Nine]

I'm all about microphones and money, hip-hop and stayin high

Everything else is a alibi

Robbin for Z, Zig-Zag-Zig, I'm the nig behind the trig'

Bustin down the crap my niggas love to clap (buck!)

In the back put yo' knots in yo' socks

Paid like Goldilocks, throwin rocks on yo' blocks

X marks the spot, loud as a gunshot

To be or not to be, I stay free like a maxi

Bloody to the third degree, here ye, here ye!

[Verse 3: U-Neek]

(?) now it's (?) that you don't know my steelo (?)

Discretion is advised, red eye from the buddha

My sharpshooter hit the prosecutor now I'm through done

Swords be like juice with the trey-deuce stashin

My style's on trial cause I'm into MC, bashin

In a sick fashion, I go overboard

Evidence - bloody microphone cords

[Hook] - Nine and U-Neek reverse

[Verse 4: Nine]

I crack a Heine' and flip; my lyrics ain't butter they Miracle Whip

I'm on some other shit

I spit, lyrics like a flamethrower, rollin in a Range Rover

Smackin Casanovas, with my nine-leaf clover

You're over and done, stick a fork in 'em

I'm the ninth deadly venom, stick 'em and hem 'em

Make 'em blue like denim - niggas screamin, "Mercy" like Percy

I mean Perry, Mason I cut 'em up like Jason

You got no idea who you facin!

[Verse 5: U-Neek]

Now I'm pushin ninety-five down 95 in a '95

850, Timberlands shitty

New York City, biddie clockin paint

Part time rockin tank - I'm in the mix!

My female dress down quick and slick

This rap shit is cool but I still flip a brick

Tote a pound out of town on the Greyhound

Back to the Boogie Down, then rock a rhyme with Nine

[Verse 6: Nine]

I got my eye on the bucket and I'm gonna sink it

I'm feelin lucky like I'm hittin Salt and Jada Pinkett

I'm erasin your name, off the list of lyricists

While U-Neek blows you up like assists

You can't get with this, not even a little bit

Black man and black woman, sun and moon, no bullshit

She hits you like this, I hit you like that

She hits you with a razor I hit you with a bat

Now you flat on yo' back, whack as ever

Talkin that same ol' "hold up - wait a minute" nonsense

The Heineken you meets is the Guinness, it's all good

I'm Robin Hood - steal from the rich and keep it

We got the best product in town, peep it

[Hook] - repeat 2X