[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] Wa da da dang, wa da da da da dang Listen to my 9-millimeter go bang Niggas hustle, niggas murder for this dope and cocaine If I'm out here doing bad, I'm knocking down your door, mane Shit, our scene might leave you terrified That's why my 9-millimeter stay by my bedside Got partners locked up up-state, some partners on fed time Shoot first and ask questions later, boy you ain't never dying, ain't never dying Wa da da dang, wa da da da da dang Listen to my my 9-millimeter go bang How I take a nigga's life like it's all right, it's so strange Put your family in the trunk, man, it's a very cold game Shit, our scene might leave you terrified That's why my 9-millimeter stay by my bedside Got partners locked up up-state, some partners on fed time Shoot first and ask questions later, boy you ain't never dying, ain't never dying
[Hook x4: Freddie Gibbs] Wa da da dang, wa da da da da dang Listen to my 9-millimeter go bang
[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] Wa da da dang, wa da da da dang Listen to my 9-millimeter split your brain Bullets hit you and whistle past you Bitch niggas and the police harass you If you came up quick with a flip, hit a motherfucking lick, how long will it last you? Lord, rinse my soul clean I start my day off with Ocean Spray and promethazine Used to roll them stogies, get blowed, and sprinkle shit in my green Straight thugged out, dubbed out, had yo mama ride in that limousine, that limousine Nigga fuck all my enemies, bitch I'll see y'all in hell Better put five bullets in my dome, punk bitch, I bail, all is well Unzip that package, it's that Cali, we can tell by the smell Got black ski masks, rob for practice, sell that shit by the barrel That silence'll make a whisper my sweet 9-millimeter And I know these police is listening, gotta throw away my Nokia If you need me then chirp, money, macking, and murder Black mask, black gloves, black shirt in the day light, bitch I'm out here working
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[Verse 3: G.I. Fleezy] My nigga, we killas, we ready for everything, trained for it all Play your position, object and identify, when your time is called No wonder we only gon' do it the G way and kill 'em all Cause I don't know no other way, and them bitches know my face So I can't wait, let me get a taste, and I hate When niggas be actin like hoes, and bitches be actin the ??? And I don't give a fuck, have to open you up, two to the head and one to the gut When I'm with my niggas we thinking 'bout crimes, dropping dope out on these lines Send 'em back up to get the next one, if I got a gun, somebody gon' cry
[Verse 4: G-Wiz] Yelling bloody murder, froze, eyes closed fo we hit the street Could it be? Motherfucker tryna play me shyfe off some jealousy Rapid fire hellishly, meet up with your maker Know that karma might catch up to me, for what I did to get this paper Lord forgive me I'm red rum sipping, grim reaper Drug smoking, magazine loading, straight slamming and scheming Block boy, with a short barrel that'll leave a nigga leaking Eyes on the muddy sparrow 'til we eating, it's the season to let it rain
[Hook: Freddie Gibbs]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
