JT the Bigga Figga - Mr. Millimeter lyrics

Mr. Millimeter, 17 shot clip In your vest or your coat in your trunk or your hip On your way to your spot With your Tech or your Glock Extra clip in your sock Young n***as got to get paid, get laid f**ing with the Get Low, s**as want to get sprayed 'cause in the nine-trey n***as ain't having that With some Macs and some vests and some fat sacks Of the dank better yet of the dojah Some from the shoulders some from the holsters Myself I prefer from the shoulders 'cause a young buck throwin em boulders Bing bing to the chin Once again to the store for some gin But you didn't get a chance to co*k em You bought two clips but you didn't get to pop em Then the Bigga Figga beat you to the straw A 9 Millimeter is what you need and what you saw And that was the end of the story No more gafflin and no more glory You got to get respect to survive And if you don't get respect then you die And that was the way that it went, sh** Now I'm mad like a pit I give it up (chorus) f**in with these n***as you better have your gat, Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat-tat n***as on a mission you better stay strapped, Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat-tat n***as in ninety-two and ninety-three who you foolin JT the Bigga Figga, I'm straight schoolin That a**, I'll take you to cla** without a pa** And mashin and dashin, get the motherf**in cash You're broke, you're busted, you can't be trusted See the janitor 'cause you need to be dusted I flip that a** like I flip the track Break to the house get the two clips for the Mac 'cause n***a gots to have it when n***as start static To get to the spot and get the fully automatic 'cause n***as carry Glocks, and n***as carry thirty-eights Forty-fives, nine Millimeters and an AK Strapped in the trunk right next to the punk 'cause a young punk try to start some funk God damn it it's on, dust off the chrome Jump in the bucket with the mothaf**in dome Now they don't understand why we went major Called D-Moe on the Motorola pager (beeping) He said JT I heard they tried to spray ya n***a D-Moe man you know they can't fade us When a n***a said that Seff at the spot And tell him to bring a Tommy and a mothaf**in Glock And n***a don't forget when you mothaf**in hear that Give him some of this and some of that I give it up (chorus)