1,2,3 (ABC’s)/After Nine Kingpin Skinny Pimp

[Verse 1: 211]
One
Nigga tried to cross me out, over a funky bitch
Two
Of my other bitches finna' put him in the click
Three
Different hoes runnin' games, while hes drinkin' brew
Four
Drops of Visine, nighty night, damn fool
Five
Minutes later he was ridin' in my fuckin' trunk
Six
Different rivers in my mind, which one shall I dump him
Seven
Members of his family still tryin' to find his ass
Eight
Kinda' late, so I better skip the number nine

[Chorus]
Load the nine
Yo it's time to put some suckers in line

[Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
A
Al Kapone my nigga, that's insane
B
Better watch yo' back because we robbin' mane
C
Creepin' on a sucker with a sawed-off
D
Doggin' out these hoes, like Jerry Lawler
E
Easily approachin' to the onion
F
Firin' up the bud it’s some skunion
G
Grippin' on the nine, nah, nah, nah
H
Havin' a trigger finger, make me do a crime
I
I could be the nigga, that you love to hate
J
Jackin' a sucker to death we call it meditate
K
Keepin' on the Locs, to make it real dark
L
Livin' assed-out, make me wanna' rob
M
Mackin' to these hoes, like the Skinny Pimp
N
Nine millimeter slippin' off my hip
O
O.P.P. ? Hell Nah, fuck that!
P
Pimpin' ain’t dead, just these hoes scared
Q
Quiet, while I load up my weapon
R
Ridin' through your neighborhood, sprayin'
S
Sleepy when the onion in my brain
T
The polices, they don't know my real name
U
U might be the nigga, that will fuck with me
V
Victim of a homicide in the first degree
W
Woodlawn, niggas cold clownin'
X
Executin' suckers, while they smilin'
Y
Y'all heard the Skinny Pimp, loud and clear
Z
Zippin' up my lips, because I'm outta' here
Peace