Name: I Got My Nine
Duration: 5 min 51 s
Description: Слушайте песню I Got My Nine - RBL Posse онлайн с альбома Underground Hip Hop Vol. 4 в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 5:51. Год выхода - 2007

Underground Hip Hop Vol. 4

Shade Sheist

P-Nutt

Take Me With You

Dogg Pound Posse

No Mercy 4 A Bitch

1-900-Crime

Kutt Calhoun

Young Ca$hpa

K-Dezee

Geranted

Dru Down

Mac Mall

Holla Pimpin'

RBL Posse

Alias

Lay'em Down

The Wet Boys

Ya'll Fake

Steady Mobbin

The Regime

Time Of Day

JT Money

Grill

Money, Clothes and Hoes

Rappin' 4-Tay

Ain't Nobody Trippin'

Letal Mob

Lil Law

My Turf

King Tee

That "G" Sh*t

I Got My Nine

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It's Black C comin' through with the gat blastin'

I'm loc'ed out behind the mask watchin' a jack cash in

I'm greedy, I'm takin' it from the needy like a genie

I'm disappearin' in the cut so he can't see me

My beanie is pulled so low, he can't identify me

I keeps my Glock cocked, I got to keep up my props

It don't stop, and if the table turns, then I might flip-flop

Then once again, up and down just like a bouncin' ball

Is it the end of a soldier just like Mac Mall? (Damn)

I wanted to be a soldier on the block, but I'm hot

I gots to get this fetti before I gets popped

I got this Cuban on the phone who wanna sell me about two or three ki's

A trick, I gots to grab my shit before I slip

Now I'm ready, I'm ready to get the goods and go fetti

And steady hold the fuckin' trigger in case he wet me

And heavy, I told him we gon' be bustin' out the Chevy

And steady come through bustin' like Teddy

'Cause all I wanna do is zoom-a-zoom-zoom-zoom

And a boom-boom, and watchin' niggas meet they fuckin' doom

Another day, I'm rollin' 'em up on a jack

It's been a long time since I used my nine

'Cause it's the Mr. Cee, nigga, and the nigga nigga Black

Aw shit, they done opened the door and let me in for '93

I guess indo is a dick 'cause it always got hoes chokin'

Niggas played out "Bammer Weed" and thought that was all it

And got some dead body funk, 'cause that's the funk for the fuckin' trunk

I gotta be like a car, break niggas off automatic

Purpin' like they got juice, but ain't got no Snapple

Quit fakin', little booger, 'fore I pick on ya

And for niggas jackin' niggas like some bitches

Mr. Cee is jackin' niggas, leavin' jackin' niggas without they fuckin' riches

And um, if you run, I'll murk you from the back

Have you seein' Z's, not G's, and dead black

I'm not a Reebok employee, but boy, I got many pumps

And I won't be sendin' chills through your spine

Just hollow-point tips from my motherfuckin' nine

I'm plottin' on this nigga I been watchin' every fuckin' day

Binoculars on a close-up watchin' every fuckin' move he makes

Now how should I come at him, with a jack or a kidnap?

Rush up in his house with my MAC and have him mouse-trapped?

This nigga coppin' ten cakes, he's gonna have a shit-fit

I'm lookin' at my watch, it's 8:30 on the dot

Here he comes now, squattin' in a 50 drop

Just hop the shit and park him in the cut so he can't see me

I'm Ben Davis'd out in black, two gloves and beanie

He jumped up out the 50, scattered duffel bag and briefcase

I walked up to the front door then opened up the main gate

He couldn't believe a loaded MAC, I just want the stack

He 'bout to get his mask cracked, I stepped into his house

(Is anybody in here?) I didn't hear a damn thing

I tied him to a fuckin' chair, then reached for the duffel bag

And flipped it, it was ten cakes, now I grabbed the loot

And now I hesitated with the MAC and the safe key

So now I'm on the roll, I hit the safe for a million

A OG baller like this, I gots to kill him

Thinkin' that I should burn his little spot to a prison

A menace to society, leavin' no evidence, yeah

'Cause it's the Mr. Cee, nigga, and the nigga, nigga Black

Some niggas is cranked out, danked out, others might be dranked out

But fuckin' with me, though, you bound to get banked out

Always throwin' up peace, but you like me in the least

Or when I jack with my backpack, look for the fat gat

'Cause I might peel your fuckin' cap back

'Cause the po's already tryin' to catch a nigga with a sack of crack

So then I tremble to the villain on the under

Takin' them penitentiary chances, ain't got time for no blunders

Probably play with 25 to life with no motherfuckin' slack

Hopin' I don't get stuck with a piece of steel

And keep treatin' niggas like fences, I'm gettin' over

Eatin' ain't a diet, but I gaffle for the Frisco Bay

Keep on jackin', now you know it don't stop

I even jacked Mother Goose's jack for that bitch named Jill

It's like Braille, I let my fingers do the readin'

Robbin' niggas blind, and poppin' 'em with my Nina

Слушайте песню I Got My Nine - RBL Posse онлайн с альбома Underground Hip Hop Vol. 4 в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 5:51. Год выхода - 2007

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