[Chorus]
Boom, oh shit, I'm hit
Is there a doctor in the house?
Shit, I’m hit
Damn, I think I'm dyin'
Shit, I’m hit
Please call the doctor
Shit, I'm hit
Boom, oh shit, I'm hit
Is there a doctor in the house?
Shit, I'm hit
Damn, I think I'm dyin'
Shit, I'm hit
Please call the doctor
Shit, I'm hit
[Verse 1: 8Ball]
Yeah
Tight grip on the TEC-9, now it’s time to creep
Hollow tips in the clips, puttin’ suckers in a deep sleep
Win, lose, or draw your shit, die if you ain't quick enough
Or end up at 201, just because you think you tough
Niggas in the med, now they dead, from the Uzi round
Trick was found, bloody on the ground, down in Orange Mound
Hole in his dome, from the chrome that my hand held
Cuts on the ho where I whooped him with the fanbelt
Bitches think I’m soft 'cause I treat them with respect
But I won't hesitate to smoke a bitch with my TEC
Nine millimeter beater if I feel that I should hit that ho
Smack, step back, then watch that ho hit the floor
Niggas on the gank might do better at a bank
'Cause I’m packin' what you lackin' and I'm shootin' like a tank
It's the P-I-M-P, uh
The funky M-C, uh
The nigga that's droppin' them bitches with my nine millimeter
One little, two little, three little tricks
Four little, five little bitches on my dick
Six little, seven little, eight little niggas
Make nine little millimeter boys
Boom, oh shit, I'm hit
Is there a doctor in the house?
Shit, I’m hit
Damn, I think I'm dyin'
Shit, I’m hit
Please call the doctor
Shit, I'm hit
Boom, oh shit, I'm hit
Is there a doctor in the house?
Shit, I'm hit
Damn, I think I'm dyin'
Shit, I'm hit
Please call the doctor
Shit, I'm hit
[Verse 1: 8Ball]
Yeah
Tight grip on the TEC-9, now it’s time to creep
Hollow tips in the clips, puttin’ suckers in a deep sleep
Win, lose, or draw your shit, die if you ain't quick enough
Or end up at 201, just because you think you tough
Niggas in the med, now they dead, from the Uzi round
Trick was found, bloody on the ground, down in Orange Mound
Hole in his dome, from the chrome that my hand held
Cuts on the ho where I whooped him with the fanbelt
Bitches think I’m soft 'cause I treat them with respect
But I won't hesitate to smoke a bitch with my TEC
Nine millimeter beater if I feel that I should hit that ho
Smack, step back, then watch that ho hit the floor
Niggas on the gank might do better at a bank
'Cause I’m packin' what you lackin' and I'm shootin' like a tank
It's the P-I-M-P, uh
The funky M-C, uh
The nigga that's droppin' them bitches with my nine millimeter
One little, two little, three little tricks
Four little, five little bitches on my dick
Six little, seven little, eight little niggas
Make nine little millimeter boys
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