Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 9 Little Millimeta Boys, artist - 8Ball & MJG. Album song Comin Out Hard, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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) |