[Verse 1]
When you hop out your car you need to grab yo nine milameter
To drop some hot bunts
Hollow point your pusley poppin drop one
I dont got them blanks I got them hollow bullet tips
To have your brain hangin out when a nine milameter kicks
A killa type nigga need to strap the blast so quik you know
The kinda strap that hits you when you wearin you different show
I dont need no terminator huntin me like Sarah Connors
So when its time to ride I load up the nine and do the honors
Im killin all substitues we ain't in the same game
I use that nina you call it nine but its the same thing
I ain't no cat so nine lives I dont got
But I got my homies them four niggas from the G-block
And when they come they ain't gonna bring no duece duece
Four nine milameter packin mother-fuckas yellin shoot
Sombody gonna be slippin, shot shittin in his draws
If he dead he dead it ain't my buisness fool its yours
I just tell em' mista lovin the main orjon
Dont be cryin now nigga be slick tryin to mob
You wasn't cryin when you shot me with your duece duece
I didn't die so know its time to pay the pipa-poo
Its a personal vandetta, yah I gotta grudge
We home court the streets and im the motha-fuckin judge
Im gonna was your ass like downy
I'll sentence you to jail with no bail and hell's the motha-fuckin county, nigga
When you hop out your car you need to grab yo nine milameter
To drop some hot bunts
Hollow point your pusley poppin drop one
I dont got them blanks I got them hollow bullet tips
To have your brain hangin out when a nine milameter kicks
A killa type nigga need to strap the blast so quik you know
The kinda strap that hits you when you wearin you different show
I dont need no terminator huntin me like Sarah Connors
So when its time to ride I load up the nine and do the honors
Im killin all substitues we ain't in the same game
I use that nina you call it nine but its the same thing
I ain't no cat so nine lives I dont got
But I got my homies them four niggas from the G-block
And when they come they ain't gonna bring no duece duece
Four nine milameter packin mother-fuckas yellin shoot
Sombody gonna be slippin, shot shittin in his draws
If he dead he dead it ain't my buisness fool its yours
I just tell em' mista lovin the main orjon
Dont be cryin now nigga be slick tryin to mob
You wasn't cryin when you shot me with your duece duece
I didn't die so know its time to pay the pipa-poo
Its a personal vandetta, yah I gotta grudge
We home court the streets and im the motha-fuckin judge
Im gonna was your ass like downy
I'll sentence you to jail with no bail and hell's the motha-fuckin county, nigga
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