Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 9 Little Millimeta Boys , by - 8Ball & MJG. Song from the album Comin Out Hard, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 02.03.2015
Record label: CRF
Song language: English
9 Little Millimeta Boys |
| 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) |
| (MJG) |
| 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 witout ya bullets |
| Now be a stupid fool, reach for it then pull it |
| But you ain’t, cuz u 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 |
| (hook) |
| (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) |
| (8ball) |
| 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 dont 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 |
| Dont disrespect me, cuz ho I’m the truth |
| 9 little millimeta niggas smoke bitches too |
| (hook) |
| (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) |
| (MJG) |
| 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 |
| (hook) |
| (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) |