(8ball)
Tight grip on the tech-9, now it's time to creep
Hollow tips, in the clip, puttin' s**as 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
n***as 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
b**hes think i'm soft, cuz I treat them with respect
But I won't hesitate to smoke a b**h wit my tech
9 millimeta beata if I feel dat I should hit that ho
Smack, step back, & watch that ho hit the floor
n***as 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 n***as dats droppin dem b**hes wit my 9 millimeta
1 little, 2 little, 3 little tricks
4 little, 5 little b**hes on my dick
6 little, 7 little, 8 little n***as make 9 little millimeta boys (boys)
(MJG)
9 little millimeta n***a, how you figure
Its a chance, talkin sh**, wit ya gun in ya pants
I'm'a step on your a** like a stepbrother
Looks as if to me dat you a mothaf**in d**h lover
Weak a** boy, wit a toy on da street
Cappin on the right mothaf**a til he meet
The wrong mothaf**in pimp tight, operator
Who shoot a n***a 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 sh** is thick as heinz, and da sh** is gettin thicker. . .for da 9 little millimeta n***a
(hook)
(oh sh**, I'm hit)
Is there a doctor in the house?? (sh**, I'm hit)
Damn, I think I'm dyin (sh**, I'm hit)
Please call the doctor! (sh**, I'm hit)
(8ball)
The mothaf**in pigs wanna f** up da game
Sending n***as to jail, because dey sell c**aine
Rocks of crack, make stacks of dead presidents
Junkies fiendin for a hit, f**s up my residence
5-o, creepin tryna catch a n***a serve one
Thats, when I got my mothaf**in shotgun
n***as in da bushes tryna rob me for what I got
Watch dem b**hes scatter when I unload, da buckshots
Jack- or be jacked, creep- or get creeped on
But n***a don't step wrong, cuz 8ball keep a tone
And if ya shoot at me I hope ya hit me and k** me dead
Cuz if I dont die, I'm puttin a hole in yo f**in head
Scandalous hoes, love a n***a dats beldum
Play dat innocent role, and have a n***a f**ed up
She'll s** ya dick and then ya fall in love
While ya at home sleepin, she sellin p**y at da club
But look here hoes, I won't go out like a punk b**h
It takes more to get me, den f**in and s**in dick
Dont disrespect me, cuz ho I'm the truth
9 little millimeta n***as smoke b**hes too
(hook)
(oh sh**, I'm hit)
Is there a doctor in the house?? (sh**, I'm hit)
Damn, I think I'm dyin (sh**, I'm hit)
Please call the doctor! (sh**, I'm hit)
(MJG)
I tote a mothaf**in tone, when I gotta roam, cuz pimps dont play
And I gotta stay, where young black n***as obey
Some kinda rule or strategy, cuz I can't be havin the
sh** from no n***a who think his tone is backin me
Away from da sh** he talk, da sh** ain't worth bein heard
I'm thinkin bout cappin domes, you ain't shootin sh** but birds
For nigas who totin shanks, I hope you young n***as think
To creep from a pimps backside before you take his bank
Cuz I ain't no mothaf**in target, ain't no use of startin dis sh**
Wit a n***a who legit, smokin bud by da pound, orange mound is my stomping ground
Dats where I'm found, and all da n***as who down
They gonna step when I step, jump when I jump
Ima be throwin boom, dey gone be shootin pumps
Havin a mothaf**in tone, really, really, really, ain't sh** to me
It's just another f**in responsibility
But weak n***as like em turn crumbs into bricks
Gettin off in da click, wit sum petty a** sh**
MJG, will play a punk like a toy
You litle 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 little millimeta boys
(hook)
(oh sh**, I'm hit)
Is there a doctor in the house?? (sh**, I'm hit)
Damn, I think I'm dyin (sh**, I'm hit)
Please call the doctor! (sh**, I'm hit)