I Got My Nine

Its black c comin thru with the gat blastin

Im loced out behind the mask

Watchin the jacked cashier

Im greedy

Im takin it from the needy

Like a genie

Im disappearin in the cut

So he cant see me

My beenie is pulled so low

He cant identify me

I got 18 reasons incase he wanna try me

I keeps my glock cocked

I got to keep up my props

It dont stop

And if the table turns then i might get flopped

Then once again its up and down just like a basketball

Cause at the end of the soda just might add more

I wanna be a soldier on the block

But im hot

I gots to get the feta before i gets popped

I gots this cuban on the phone

Who wants to sell ya about 2 or 3 keys

Cause i told him i be buying deep

But oh shit

What if he pulls a lick

A trick

I gots to grab my shit before i split

Now im ready

Im ready to get the goods and go get him

Insteady hold the fuckin trigga in case he ready

And if he

I told him im gonna be bustin out the chevy

Insteady come through bustin like teddy

Cause all i wanna do is zoom a zoom zoom zoom

And a boom boom

Watchin niggas meet their fuckin doom

And ill be outty like that

Another day

Im rollin them up on the jack

Chorous

Its been a longtime since i used my nine

But you got yours cause i got mine

I think its bout time for a jack

Cause its the mister c nigga

And the nigga nigga black

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Aw shit

They done open the door and let me in for 93

Now i gotta come crazy

Cause im hazy

From all the dank that i be smokin

I guess endo was a dick

Cause it always got hoes chokin

Not tlc but my hats to the back

Carwright coat with my rbl patch

And um

We still doin this shit

Niggers played out bammer weed

And thought that was all it

So we dug in a hamper for some funk

And got some dead body funk

Now thats some funk for the fuckin trunk

And mother fuck all the static

I gotta be like a car

Break niggas off automatic

Cause niggas tend to be a hassle

Purpin like they got juice

But aint got no snapple

So asshole

Heres a big dick for ya

Quit fakin little booger

Fore i pick on ya

And for niggas jackin niggas like some bitches

Mr c is jackin niggas leavin jackin niggas without they fuckin riches and um

if you run

I murk you from the back

Have you seein cs not gs

And then black

Try not to get stuck

Im not a reebok employee

But boy i got plenty pumps

And i wont be sendin chills through your spine

Just hollow point chips from my mother fuckin nine

Chorous

I plottin on this nigga i been watchin every fuckin day

Binoculars on the coner watchin every fuckin move he makes

Now how should i come at him

With a jack or a kidnap

Or run up in his house with my mac

And had him mouse trapped

Ill hit his ass tonight

I know hell have his shipment

This nigger coppin 10 cakes

He gonna have a shit fit

Im lookin at my watch

Its 830 on the dot

Here he comes now

Stunin in the 50 drop

We stalked his shit

And parked it in the cut so he cant see me

Im puttin daviss on and black ski gloves and beenie

We jumped out the 50

Scattered duffelbags and breifcase

I walked to the front door and opened up the main gate

I creeped behind his back

He cant believe a loaded mac

i just want the stack

He bout to get his mask cracked

I stepped up to his house

Is anybody in here

I dint hear a damn thing

I tied him to a fuckin chair

Then reached for the duffelbag and saw that it was ten cakes

Now i grabbed the loot it was stashed inside the breifcase

A nine millimil a mac and 50 gs

And now i hesitated with the mac and the safe keys

So now im on the roll i hit the safe for a million

An og baller like this i gots to kill him

Thinkin i should burn this little spot to a prison

A menace to society leavin no evidence

Chorous

Some niggas is cranked out danked out others might be dranked out

But fuckin with me thou you gotta get banked out

Always throwin up peace but you like me in the least

So let the bullshit cease

Or when i jack with my backpack look for the fat gat cause i might pull your fuckin cap back

But oh no we dont want that

Cause the pos already tryin to catch a nigga with a sack a crack

So then i take em to the vilian on the under

Tapein it up to your chest then i talk with no blunders

Cause then ill be sent back

Probably play with 25 to live with no mother fuckin slack

Somewhere on the chill

Hoping i dont get stuck with a piece of steel

But i gotta go out like a soldier

And keep treatin niggas like fences im gettin over

Like rover

So bow wow yip e yay

He aint a dike but i got one from the frisco bay

Keep on jackin or you know it dont stop

I got the hardware on the h and r block

Cause comin up to me is real

Ill either jack mother goose or jack for that bitch named jill

Its like real i let my fingers do the readin

Robbing niggas blind and poppin em with my nina

Chorous