| Nine to your
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| Nine to your
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| Nine to your
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| Nine to your
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| Nine to your dome hoe
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| Nine to your dome hoe
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| Nine to your
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| Nine to your
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| Nine to your
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| Nine to your
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| Nine to your
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| Nine to your
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| Nine to your dome hoe whatcha gonna do bitch
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| Nine to your dome whatcha whatcha gona do bitch
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| Nine to your dome hoe whatcha gonna do bitch
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| Nine to your dome whatcha whatcha gona do bitch
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| Nine to your dome hoe whatcha gonna do bitch
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| Nine to your dome whatcha whatcha gona do bitch
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| Nine to your dome hoe whatcha gonna do bitch
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| Nine to your dome whatcha whatcha gona do bitch
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| The motherfuckin south is in the house foe the nine fo Memphis niggaz, nigga and we killas who gon run the floor
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| One of you hoes step
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| One of you hoes gonna die bitch
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| Aint no thang
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| Civil and plain bang
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| In your eye bitch
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| Tricky type ass niggaz
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| Always wanna flex they nuts
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| But they gonna get fucked
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| With this nine
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| Stuck up they butt
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| Unload this whole damn clip up in your ass hoe
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| Naw, its to late to squash the shit
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| I’m gonna blast hoe
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| Fuck the five O And the motherfuckin jumpin grass
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| Searching a real nigga in his draws
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| Like they ass a fag
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| Get yo god damn hands of a real one
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| Just before I make you feel the bullets from my steal some
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| Big ass cop think I’m playin
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| But I’m from tha hood
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| North Memphis hoe
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| Yeah rank it bitch Hollywood
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| Ready and prepared
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| That’s the exit que to With my tone
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| Whatcha gonna do When my nine crones at your dome
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| Bitches
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| Nine motherfuckin millimeter
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| Aint no tradin hoe
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| This some real shit
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| Street shit
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| Lettin sucker know
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| If yo ass step
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| Go head make me pull the triger
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| Fuckin with me dawg
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| You gonna make me catch a charge nigga
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| Figga out a way
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| With these holla points (?) tips
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| Slip, trip, cock back, quick
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| Then I shoot a bitch
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| Aint no damn fuckin around
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| 13 rounds at your head
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| Aim point blank
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| At your face
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| Makin sure your dead
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| Headed to my motherfuckn ride
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| Dichin evidence
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| Mask on, lotces on Headed to my residence
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| Consequences
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| They accur when you talkin smack
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| Thinkin you the big man
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| But you betta watch your back
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| Rat tat tat tat
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| With the sound of the tech nine
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| Take this trick bitch ass nigga tryin to take mine
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| (Oh naw man I aint gonna take yours)
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| (Aint nothing like that dog you know what I’m sayin)
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| Nine to yo fuckin dome bitch
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| (Chorus) Till fade |