{Verse 1}
First thangs first I'ma spit some gangsta sh** bout my Ruger 9
b**h a** n***as ya know its best that ya stay in line
First name Ruger wit the last name Nina
A b**h like this could never carry no Misdemenor
If you want some static just run ya b**h a** up
Ya a** is fine as deceased so shut the f** on up
Mr., Mr. Ivan the dangerous mother f**er
Slingin his love with the Louisville slugger
Led in my clip so run fa cover you co*k roaches
Blast on that a** with the quickness, leave my chamber smokin'
Leavin a mother f**er bleedin to d**h
She ain't never leavin my heart cause she one trusted b**h
*Brrrrrbadeeeep* sh** my Ruger bustin them shots mayne
She's real as a f** and im like motha f** a gut mayne
Point blank range my gun get wild like a drunky G
You'll be like a b**h if you eva try to f** with me
Its best ya stay ya b**h a** in line
I got love for my black b**h n***a... My Ruger 9
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First thing thats comin in to my mind that
I got to get my mother f**in Ruger 9'n (ruger 9 n***a)
First thing thats comin in to my mind that
I got to get my mother f**in Ruger 9'n (I gots to have it Daddy)
{Verse 2}
The first day I seen my b**h I fell in love n***a
I got hot the second my finga pulled the trigga
My first nut came when i k**ed my first victim
His body fell face first when the hollow hit him, huh
See I ain't shocked because my Ruger's my popper jack
But n***as talk sh** but watch how many n***a I subtract
The block is MINE when i pull out my Ruger 9
Police can't harra** me, I got papers you know its mine
Shot after shot so take heed when I start to blast
Nuttin gon stop me from puttin these points in ya b**h a**
I would carry my Ruger 9 in a nightmare
Got a hollow tip straight to your back I could tell your scared
f** it I'm about to pull my sh** and go the blastin'
I'm usin my Ruger the second I go to Jackin
I have no love for no b**h but my nina
And if ya caught stuntin and frontin sh** well I'ma shoot ya, huh
There ain't no runnin from a slug
My Ruger has no love for a n***a have you drownin in ya own gut
I have you waitin on the trigga
You can't seperate me and my shiny black b**h, n***a
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(Verse 3}
I dont need no b**h as long as i gots my nina
My Ruger fit perfect with the trigga happy finga
Bullets gon be spittin with alota speed
I'm bustin a cap inside yo chest with the hollow makin n***as bleed
I go the laughin from the time i hear my Ruger bust
You shoulda ducked cause now ya a** is stuck up in the dark bleedin to d**h
Who is they rep?
They shouldn't a step
Movin crowds can't f** with my Ruger take ya last breath
Its best you watch my Ruger 9 when I lose control blowin
Holes in ya chest about the size of a sewer hole
There ain't no gettin up from that sh** in the mornin n***a
Cause layin that nina down and then I'm doin 12 k**ings
A Ruger slug droppin low like Hiroshima
Blast on that a** with the quickness with my girl Nina
Ya step wrong then that a** mine
A 9th WARD mother f**er with the GAT, My Ruger 9
{Hook}
First thing thats comin in to my mind that
I got to get my mother f**in Ruger 9'n (ruger 9 n***a)
First thing thats comin in to my mind that
I got to get my mother f**in Ruger 9'n (I gots to have it Daddy)
First thing thats comin in to my mind that
I got to get my mother f**in Ruger 9'n (ruger 9 n***a)
First thing thats comin in to my mind that
I got to get my mother f**in Ruger 9 (let me get that out ya) MOTHA FUCCA
{Ivan Talkin}
Yeah, that sh** go out to my n***as in that Cash Money clique
If a n***a f** wit that there
I'ma have to blast they a** with that mother f**in ruger 9, huh
My n***a Coke-bag in this motha fucca, Tre, My n***a Tec-9
My n***a Kilo, my n***a Jay back here
Suga Slim, my n***a Baby and all the resta yall
Peace to my n***a Pimp Daddy cause he was blastin on yall a** from the get-go n***a
Shoutz go out to that mighty motha f**in 9th ward, huh
I-Ya'll got my back round the street, and f** the rest of it n***a...