Tight grip on the tech-9, now it's time to creep Hollow tips, in the clip, puttin' suckas in a deep sleep Win, lose, or draw yo gat 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, dat my hand held Cuts, on the hoe, where I whooped 'em with da fanbelt Bitches think I'm soft, cuz I treat them with respect But I won't hesitate to smoke a bitch wit my tech 9 millimeta beata if I feel dat I should hit that ho Smack, step back, & watch that ho hit the floor Niggas on the gank might do better at a bank Cuz I'm packin' what you lackin' and I'm shootin' like a tank Its the p.I.m.p-ah The funky m.c.-ah The niggas dats droppin dem bitches wit my 9 millimeta 1 little, 2 little, 3 little tricks 4 little, 5 little bitches on my dick 6 little, 7 little, 8 little niggas make 9 little millimeta boys (boys)
9 little millimeta nigga, how you figure Its a chance, talkin shit, wit ya gun in ya pants I'm'a step on your ass like a stepbrother Looks as if to me dat you a mothafuckin death lover Weak ass boy, wit a toy on da street Cappin on the right mothafucka til he meet The wrong mothafuckin pimp tight, operator Who shoot a nigga first, and then reason wit em later Now punks, trip me out, wit a gun and no clip Catchin nothin but a charge cuz he wanna be hip- but ya slipped Anyway, when ya left without ya bullets Now be a stupid fool, reach for it then pull it But you ain't, cuz you can't, pull a gun wit no ammo You thinkn you can beat it but you know you ain't rambo So its best you try to beg for ya life to stay alive Cuz tricks, gettin dey dome blown away wit 25 And all about da popppin me a clip in get hip You betta pack yo bags, cuz you goin on a trip Dis shit is thick as heinz, and da shit is gettin thicker...for da 9 little millimeta nigga
(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)
The mothafuckin pigs wanna fuck up da game Sending niggas to jail, because dey sell cocaine Rocks of crack, make stacks of dead presidents Junkies fiendin for a hit, fucks up my residence 5-o, creepin tryna catch a nigga serve one Thats, when I got my mothafuckin shotgun Niggas in da bushes tryna rob me for what I got Watch dem bitches scatter when I unload, da buckshots Jack- or be jacked, creep- or get creeped on But nigga don't step wrong, cuz 8ball keep a tone And if ya shoot at me I hope ya hit me and kill me dead Cuz if I don't die, I'm puttin a hole in yo fuckin head Scandalous hoes, love a nigga dats beldum Play dat innocent role, and have a nigga fucked up She'll suck ya dick and then ya fall in love While ya at home sleepin, she sellin pussy at da club But look here hoes, I won't go out like a punk bitch It takes more to get me, den fuckin and suckin dick Don't disrespect me, cuz ho I'm the truth 9 little millimeta niggas smoke bitches too
(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)
I tote a mothafuckin tone, when I gotta roam, cuz pimps dont play And I gotta stay, where young black niggas obey Some kinda rule or strategy, cuz I can't be havin the Shit from no nigga who think his tone is backin me Away from da shit he talk, da shit ain't worth bein heard I'm thinkin bout cappin domes, you ain't shootin shit but birds For nigas who totin shanks, I hope you young niggas think To creep from a pimps backside before you take his bank Cuz I ain't no mothafuckin target, ain't no use of startin dis shit Wit a nigga who legit, smokin bud by da pound, orange mound is my stomping ground Dats where I'm found, and all da niggas who down They gonna step when I step, jump when I jump Ima be throwin boom, dey gone be shootin pumps Havin a mothafuckin tone, really, really, really, ain't shit to me It's just another fuckin responsibility But weak niggas like em turn crumbs into bricks Gettin off in da click, wit sum petty ass shit MJG, will play a punk like a toy You litle 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 little millimeta boys
(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)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
