[sound of motor being started up]
Verse 1: JT Money
Here we go and it's on, time to take the chrome to the dome
n***as see the black Bronze, so they think the jack's on
But little do they know I don't sleep
Peep out my rear view, waitin' for they a** to creep
They fall deep in the bucket
I got a chance to buck it, think I should? Nah, f** it!
Don't feel like dippin'
Got the heat on the seat with the 40-round clip in
Plus, I'm in the mood to trip
Keep my hands on my sh** in case n***as flip the script
One n***a stepped, another n***a crept
Let off the tech, put both they a** in check
p**y-n***as can't hang out
They jumped out they sh**, I blow they motherf**in' brains out
Them n***as hit the Lotto
Changed the clip, turned 'round and sprayed up the auto
Hit the driver, and the pa**enger
n***as dyin' like a motherf**in' ma**acre
I ain't goin' out like a s**a
Rather go out cleanin' clips in motherf**ers
n***as had to die
Tryin' to get fly, plus they blew my high
That's why you gotta keep your strap on
'Cause n***as get capped on, this ain't no rap song!
So any n***a that wanna run up on me
I got a new gat I wanna test out, homies
You won't catch me sleepin'
It's 9-3, sh**'s thick, and I'm peepin'!
Verse 2: JT Money
Let's take a trip down to Hooterville, get our buddha reel
n***a acts up, get a slug to the grill
sh** is ill in the 9-3 season
n***as is squallin' out for whatever reason
I don't know if they're puttin' somethin' in our food
Makin' us act this way, 'cause everybody got an attitude
Can't go nowhere without bein' strapped
Step from the back, you just might get capped
And that goes for n***as AND crackers
How the f** you gon' try to jack a jacker?
See, I don't sleep
Got a pump in the trunk that'll blow you into next week
Talkin' 'bout runnin' up on me
Naw, homie, y'don't know me
Like my man Fresh would say, he gon' expire
I ain't got sh** for a n***a but rapid fire
n***as can't step to a bet
You gotta step to an AK, a pump AND a tech
Not to mention my n***a named ...
U-wop, Big Ram and Trigga and them
Beat Street changed game to ???
All strapped, so n***as wussup! Wussup, yep!
We ain't talkin' 'bout peace
Wanna front, we can go to war like the middle east
Better sleep with your finger on the trigger
If you don't you's another dead n***a
Can't catch me sleepin'
It's 9-3, sh**'s thick, and I'm peepin'!
Verse 3: JT Money
Rufftown's in effect, n***as know the set so they don't step
??? in the vest, plus n***as know the rep
So don't sleep on the gun sk**
One n***a acts up, his whole squad's gettin' k**ed
That's how we do it 'round my way
n***as get blast on from Friday to Friday
Every day of the week
You gotta have a gun and a vest to be on the street
n***as say I be trippin'
But them the same motherf**ers who get caught out there slippin'
Tell the n***as, don't sleep
sh** is creep, and you gots to be deep
And since they made it hard
To sell dope, everybody out to rob
I can't get caught sleepin'
It's 9-3, sh**'s thick, and I'm peepin'!