Mr. Ivan - Ruger #9 lyrics

{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 {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) {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 {Hook) (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...