Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Use Yo Nina, artist - X-Raided. Date of issue: 04.05.1998
Song language: English
Use Yo Nina |
| When you hop out your car you need to grab yo nine milameter |
| To drop some hot bunts |
| Hollow point your pusley poppin drop one |
| I dont got them blanks I got them hollow bullet tips |
| To have your brain hangin out when a nine milameter kicks |
| A killa type nigga need to strap the blast so quik you know |
| The kinda strap that hits you when you wearin you different show |
| I dont need no terminator huntin me like Sarah Connors |
| So when its time to ride I load up the nine and do the honors |
| Im killin all substitues we aint in the same game |
| I use that nina you call it nine but its the same thing |
| I aint no cat so nine lives I dont got |
| But I got my homies them four niggas from the G-block |
| And when they come they aint gonna bring no duece duece |
| Four nine milameter packin mother-fuckas yellin shoot |
| Sombody gonna be slippin, shot shittin in his draws |
| If he dead he dead it aint my buisness fool its yours |
| I just tell em’mista lovin the main orjon |
| Dont be cryin now nigga be slick tryin to mob |
| You wasnt cryin when you shot me with your duece duece |
| I didnt die so know its time to pay the pipa-poo |
| Its a personal vandetta, yah I gotta grudge |
| We home court the streets and im the motha-fuckin judge |
| Im gonna was your ass like downy |
| I sentance you to jail with no bail be hells the motha-fuckin county Nigga |
| (Hook) |
| To the homies from the hood |
| Better use yo nina cause your deuce deuce aint no good |
| Little Ba-a-te Little Ba-a-te-a-te (Hey) |
| Listen to my nine milameter go BANG! |
| They call me X-Raided Loc and you better remeber this |
| Im married to my gage but my nine is my main bitch |
| I keep it with me twenty-four seven aroung the fuckin clock |
| I love my nine my nigga I put that on the block |
| But i dont like them glocks cause they gain nothin but plastic |
| And its nothin in your hand everytime you blast it One day its gonna jam up and blow up in your face |
| Then that nigga just shootin and its nice to get away |
| So let me take it from the L-O-C straight killa |
| If you out to do some dirty pack a nina nine-mila |
| Casue aint no second in this game we call life |
| Sac-town city south side nothing nice |
| In October Halloween just past |
| Fools kickin down doors wearin X-man masks |
| Aint a trick-or-treat so what the fuck you gonna do Only strap in the house is a duece duece |
| You made that same movement shot him in his chest |
| Your lil’pea shooter couldnt fuck with his vest |
| The nigga shot you back you damn there died |
| Fell to the ground tears commin to your eyes |
| With a hot sensation burnin in your stomach |
| Layin on your back chokin bomb |
| Let them niggas took your safe, scratch, money, and all your jewels |
| All of your dope and your lil’ass twenty-two |
| (Hook) |
| To the niggas from the hood |
| Better use your nina cause that duece duece aint not good |
| Litte Ba-a-te Little Ba-a-te-a-te (Hey) |
| Listen to my nine milameter go BANG! |
| I got to have a nina cause in the ninties fools be stressin |
| It could be a code tops or rugger n’smith n’wessin |
| As long as its a nine elevan holdin sixteen in the clip we cool |
| But if you pack in it anything less you slippin fool |
| Cause when you rip with penny you rip with path |
| So you gotsta have to artilary to take a motha-fucka down |
| But dont get me wrong though it aint gotta ne a nine that u select (No) |
| A fourty-four will put your ass through the back door |
| On the channel three ten o’clock news |
| Check for tha-a-that when I get like that |
| My tech be sprayin up a niggas sac |
| My tech could be a nine to Or I could go oldschool on you motha-fuckas with a nine oozy |
| You know I cant be choosy with my chrome |
| Cause when we fuckin on blast with the first thing I get my hands on And that could be one of them lil'0-two shot dilingers |
| Cock it back and blast, put two little holes in a nigga |
| Better give me time to settle dizown |
| Go and the homies to come back with some of that shit |
| Thats know for tearin up you tizown |
| Spray the hood up to get ghosts like beetlejuice |
| And I didnt use no twenty-two |
| (Hook) |
| The the homies from the hood |
| Better use your nina cause that duece duece aint not good |
| Litte Ba-a-te Little Ba-a-te-a-te (Hey) |
| Listen to my nine milameter go BANG! |
| Litte Ba-a-te Little Ba-a-te-a-te (Hey) |
| Listen to my nine my nine milameter go BANG BANG BANG! |
| Little ba-a-te Little ba-a-te-te-a-te (Hey) |
| Listen to my nine milameter BANG BANG BANG BANG! |