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
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
Nine little millimeter, nigga, how you figure It's a chance? Talkin' shit with your gun in your pants I'ma step on your ass like a stepbrother Looks as if to me that you a motherfuckin' death lover Weak ass boy with a toy on the streets Cappin' on the right motherfucker 'til he meet The wrong motherfuckin' pimp, tight operator Who shoot a nigga first, and then reason with him later Now punks trip me out with a gun and no clip Catchin' nothin' but a charge 'cause he wanna be hip But you slipped anyway, when you left without your bullets Now be a stupid fool, reach for it, then pull it But you ain't, 'cause you can't pull a gun with no ammo You thinkin' you can beat it but you know you ain't Rambo So it's best you try to beg for your life to stay alive 'Cause tricks gettin' they dome blown away with twenty-five (Boom) And I'm about to pop me in a clip and get hip You better pack your bags, 'cause you goin' on a trip This shit is thick as Heinz, and this shit is gettin' thicker For the nine little millimeter, nigga
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 hitTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
