Lyrics I Got My Nine - RBL Posse

I Got My Nine

It’s Black C coming through with the gat blast
Then I’m locced out behind the mask watching the gut cashing
I’m greedy, I’m taking it from the needy like a genie
I’m dissapear in the cut so we can’t see me
My beanie is pulled down so low we can’t identify me
I got 18 reasons case he wanna try me
I keeps my Glock cocked, I got to keep a mouth prop
It don’t stop, and if the tables turn then I might flip flopped
Then once again up and down, it’s like a bouncing ball
Is it the end of a soldier just like Mack Mall?
(Damn) I wanted to be a soldier on the blocc but I’m hot
I gots to get the fetty before I gets popped
I got this Cuban on the phone who wanna sell me about two or three keys
Cause I told him I’d be buyin deep, but oh shit, what if he pulls a lick
A trick, I gots to grab my shit before I slip
Now I’m ready, I’m ready to get the goods and go feddy
And steady holdin' the fucking trigger in case he wet me
And heavy, I’m totally gon' be bustin out the chevy
And steady come through bustin like Teddy
Cause all I wanna do-a-zooma-zum-zum-zum-and-the-boom-boom
Watchin niggas meet they fucking doom
And I’ll be outey it like that, another day, I’m rollin' em up on the jay
It’s been a long time since I used my nine
And you got yours, cause I got mine
I think it’s 'bout time for a jack
Cause it’s the Mister C nigga and the nigga nigga Black
It’s been a long time since I used my nine
You got yours, cause I got mine
I think it’s 'bout time for a jack
Cause it’s the Mister C nigga and the nigga nigga Black