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Nine to your
Nine to your
Nine to your
Nine to your
Nine to your dome hoe
Nine to your dome hoe
Nine to your
Nine to your
Nine to your
Nine to your
Nine to your
Nine to your

[Chorus]
Nine to your dome hoe whatcha gonna do bitch
Nine to your dome whatcha whatcha gona do bitch
Nine to your dome hoe whatcha gonna do bitch
Nine to your dome whatcha whatcha gona do bitch
Nine to your dome hoe whatcha gonna do bitch
Nine to your dome whatcha whatcha gona do bitch
Nine to your dome hoe whatcha gonna do bitch
Nine to your dome whatcha whatcha gona do bitch

The motherfuckin south is in the house foe the nine fo
Memphis niggaz, nigga and we killas who gon run the floor
One of you hoes step
One of you hoes gonna die bitch
Aint no thang
Civil and plain bang
In your eye bitch
Tricky type ass niggaz
Always wanna flex they nuts
But they gonna get fucked
With this nine
Stuck up they butt
Unload this whole damn clip up in your ass hoe
Naw, its to late to squash the shit
I'm gonna blast hoe
Fuck the five O
And the motherfuckin jumpin grass
Searching a real nigga in his draws
Like they ass a fag
Get yo god damn hands of a real one
Just before I make you feel the bullets from my steal some
Big ass cop think I'm playin
But I'm from tha hood
North Memphis hoe
Yeah rank it bitch Hollywood
Ready and prepared
That's the exit que to
With my tone
Whatcha gonna do
When my nine crones at your dome
Bitches

[Chorus]

Nine motherfuckin millimeter
Aint no tradin hoe
This some real shit
Street shit
Lettin sucker know
If yo ass step
Go head make me pull the triger
Fuckin with me dawg
You gonna make me catch a charge nigga
Figga out a way
With these holla points (?) tips
Slip, trip, cock back, quick
Then I shoot a bitch
Aint no damn fuckin around
13 rounds at your head
Aim point blank
At your face
Makin sure your dead
Headed to my motherfuckn ride
Dichin evidence
Mask on, lotces on
Headed to my residence
Consequences
They accur when you talkin smack
Thinkin you the big man
But you betta watch your back
Rat tat tat tat
With the sound of the tech nine
Take this trick bitch ass nigga tryin to take mine
(Oh naw man I aint gonna take yours)
(Aint nothing like that dog you know what I'm sayin)
Nine to yo fuckin dome bitch

[Chorus - Till fade]
Nine to your  Nine to your  Nine to your  Nine to your  Nine to your dome hoe   Nine to your dome hoe  Nine to your  Nine to your  Nine to your  Nine to your  Nine to your  Nine to your     [Chorus]  Nine to your dome hoe whatcha gonna do bitch  Nine to your dome whatcha whatcha gona do bitch  Nine to your dome hoe whatcha gonna do bitch  Nine to your dome whatcha whatcha gona do bitch  Nine to your dome hoe whatcha gonna do bitch  Nine to your dome whatcha whatcha gona do bitch  Nine to your dome hoe whatcha gonna do bitch  Nine to your dome whatcha whatcha gona do bitch    The motherfuckin south is in the house foe the nine fo  Memphis niggaz, nigga and we killas who gon run the floor  One of you hoes step  One of you hoes gonna die bitch  Aint no thang   Civil and plain bang  In your eye bitch  Tricky type ass niggaz   Always wanna flex they nuts  But they gonna get fucked  With this nine   Stuck up they butt  Unload this whole damn clip up in your ass hoe  Naw, its to late to squash the shit   I'm gonna blast hoe  Fuck the five O  And the motherfuckin jumpin grass   Searching a real nigga in his draws  Like they ass a fag  Get yo god damn hands of a real one  Just before I make you feel the bullets from my steal some   Big ass cop think I'm playin   But I'm from tha hood  North Memphis hoe  Yeah rank it bitch Hollywood  Ready and prepared   That's the exit que to   With my tone  Whatcha gonna do   When my nine crones at your dome  Bitches    [Chorus]    Nine motherfuckin millimeter   Aint no tradin hoe  This some real shit   Street shit  Lettin sucker know  If yo ass step  Go head make me pull the triger  Fuckin with me dawg  You gonna make me catch a charge nigga  Figga out a way  With these holla points (?) tips  Slip, trip, cock back, quick  Then I shoot a bitch  Aint no damn fuckin around  13 rounds at your head  Aim point blank   At your face  Makin sure your dead  Headed to my motherfuckn ride  Dichin evidence   Mask on, lotces on  Headed to my residence  Consequences  They accur when you talkin smack  Thinkin you the big man  But you betta watch your back  Rat tat tat tat  With the sound of the tech nine  Take this trick bitch ass nigga tryin to take mine  (Oh naw man I aint gonna take yours)   (Aint nothing like that dog you know what I'm sayin)  Nine to yo fuckin dome bitch    [Chorus - Till fade]
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