Tru - Pop Goes My 9 lyrics

(feat. Master P, Silkk, Kane and Abel) [Chorus x2: Silkk & Mo B Dick] Pop, pop, pop, pop goes my nine (TRU n***as ride dirty an stay strapped) Every time I think about the times you did me wrong (Pop goes the nine) [Verse 1: Silkk] See me an my click We be hoppin outta Range Rover Everyday Taz test,sober Fightin fellon convictions, barely missin Angola On the run, it's hell Fresh outta jail That's no life, carry me a nine, cops chase away the 4-5 My girl ask me why I carry the nine, with the clip in I said n***as blast me if they catch a n***a slippin Yall trippin Yall gave my hommie 25 with a "L" But the n***a that k**ed my cousin, yall let that n***a out on bail So I say, f** this And I hit the corner on the streets Keep my nine up on the seat And hold my nine like a G Cuz I'ma hustle 'til I fall I'ma have it all ball f** them n***as I have nine up in my draws No time to pause, as I smash off in the dust like what Keep my nine, cuz its the only thing I can trust An every since Ice Cube said, it's really been a trip I'd rather be Judged by 12 than be carried by 6. That's why its... [Chorus x2] [Verse 2: Master P] Picture me rollin, rest in peace Pac I'm ridin in my 500 S-E-L strapped with my plastic glock Me an my b**h, we be hella tight Fit in the palm of my hand But I ain' t trustin a n***a tonight I ain't walkin out the door unless I got my b**h My American Express, n***a, this will be it Seven-teen kids to tag along Hollow tips, black jack, call me Al Capone But I'm dirty like Harry I keep a 9 Millimeter cuz I ain't gettin buried My glock be special like Ed All yall n***a ain't strapped Might end up in the body-bag... [Chorus x2] [Verse 3: Kane & Abel] Pop, pop, goes the ruger out the Lexus LandCruiser Best of slow ya roll hoe 'fore I put some holes through ya Boo-Yah, my fifty Calliber got n***as runnin back to Africa b**h banged up my pa**port so I'm swervin in my Acura Grabbin on my dick Smokin the sh** Momma kicked me out the house I smack that b**h Now I'm skandelous and rich Mia-X said we got it tweekin Them n***as tweekin No Limit got some gangsta sh** for the Mexicans and Puerto Ricans New York to L.A., Miami to Atlanta Black talons from my nine got them dancing the Macereña Little kids in my hood slang dope an talk sh** By some violence, brah Pa** the silencer, pop that b**h... I'm in my Navy Blue Beamer s**in on weed Holdin the streets As we brain off that vodka We're still in the n***a chopper Gun slangin with p**y juice on my trigger finger Its Kane an Abel, now who da b**h-made n***a banger... [Chorus x2] [Master P] Check it out playa n***a gotta protect ya motha-f**in self fa the 9-skrilla n***a ya need to grab ya motha-f**in nine 'fore ya grab ya shoes Cuz n***a only got 1 life to lose An a n***a gotta protect his own, playa n***a, live eye 4 an eye that's how TRU n***as live An if yall real bout the situation n***a, trust no mutha-f**in body Let cha mutha-f**in gun be ya friend, n***a Cuz ya enemy might be right next to you.Huh, remember that playa... Pop-Pop goes the nine, n***a But TRU n***as ride dirty an stay strapped An we Bout It [Chorus Fades]