9 Little Milimeta Boys

Lyrics

[Intro] Motherfuckers [Verse 1: 8Ball] Tight grip on the TEC-9, now it's time to creep Hollow tips in the clip, puttin' suckas in a deep sleep Win, lose, or draw your gat, die if you ain't quick enough Or end up at 201 just because you think you tough Niggas in the med, now they dead, from the Uzi round Trick was found, bloody on the ground, down in orange mound Hole in his dome, from the chrome that my hand held Cuts on the ho, where I whooped 'em with the fanbelt Bitches think I'm soft 'cause I treat them with respect But I won't hesitate to smoke a bitch with my TEC Nine-millimeter beater if I feel that I should hit that ho Smack, step back, then watch that ho hit the floor Niggas on the gank might do better at a bank 'Cause I'm packin' what you lackin' and I'm shootin' like a tank It's the P-I-M-P, yeah, the funky MC, yeah The niggas that's droppin' them bitches with my nine-millimeter One little, two little, three little tricks Four little, five little bitches on my dick Six little, seven little, eight little niggas make Nine little millimeter boys (Boys) [Verse2: MJG] 9 little millimeter nigga, how you figure? It's a chance, talkin' shit, wit' ya gun in your pants I'm a step on your ass like a stepbrother Looks as if to me that you a motherfuckin' death lover Weak ass boy, wit' a toy on the street Cappin' on the right motherfucker 'til he meet The wrong motherfuckin' pimp tight, operator Who shoot a nigga first, and then reason wit' 'em later Now punks trip me out, wit' a gun and no clip Catchin' nothin' but a charge 'cause he wanna be hip—, but ya slipped Anyway, when ya left without ya bullets Now be a stupid fool, reach for it then pull it But you ain't, 'cause you can't, pull a gun wit' no ammo You thinken' you can beat it but you know you ain't Rambo So it's best you try to beg for yo' life to stay alive 'Cause tricks, gettin' they dome blown away wit' 25 And all about da poppin' me a clip and get hip You better pack yo' bags, 'cause you goin' on a trip This shit is thick as Heinz, and the shit is gettin' thicker For da 9 little millimeter nigga [Chorus: MJG] (Oh shit, I'm hit) Is there a doctor in the house? (shit, I'm hit) Damn, I think I'm dyin' (shit, I'm hit) Please call the doctor! (shit, I'm hit) [Verse 3: 8Ball] The motherfuckin' pigs wanna fuck up the game Sending niggas to jail, because they sell cocaine Rocks of crack, make stacks of dead presidents Junkies fiendin' for a hit, fucks up my residence 5-o, creepin' tryna catch a nigga serve one That's, when I got my motherfuckin' shotgun Niggas in the bushes tryna rob me for what I got Watch them bitches scatter when I unload, the buckshots Jack—, or be jacked, creep—, or get creeped on But nigga don't step wrong, 'cause 8ball keep a tone And if ya shoot at me I hope ya' hit me and kill me dead 'Cause if I don't die, I'm puttin' a hole in yo' fuckin head Scandalous hoes, love a nigga that's beldum Play dat innocent role, and have a nigga fucked up She'll suck your dick and then you fall in love While ya at home sleepin', she sellin' pussy at the club But look here hoes, I won't go out like a punk bitch It takes more to get me, den fuckin' and suckin' dick Don't disrespect me, 'cause ho I'm the truth 9 little millimeter niggas smoke bitches too [Chorus: MJG] (Oh shit, I'm hit) Is there a doctor in the house? (Shit, I'm hit) Damn, I think I'm dyin' (Shit, I'm hit) Please call the doctor! (Shit, I'm hit) [Verse 4: MJG] I tote a motherfuckin' tone, when I gotta roam, 'cause pimps don't play And I gotta stay, where young black niggas obey Some kinda rule or strategy, 'cause I can't be havin' the Shit from no nigga who think his tone is backin' me Away from the shit he talk, the shit ain't worth bein' heard I'm thinkin' 'bout cappin' domes, you ain't shootin' shit but birds For niggas who totin' shanks, I hope you young niggas think To creep from a pimps backside before you take his bank 'Cause I ain't no motherfuckin' target, ain't no use of startin' this shit Wit' a nigga who legit, smokin' bud by da pound, orange mound is my stomping ground Dats where I'm found, and all da niggas who down They gonna step when I step, jump when I jump I'ma be throwin' boom, they gone be shootin' pumps Havin' a motherfuckin' tone, really, really, really, ain't shit to me It's just another fuckin' responsibility But weak niggas like 'em turn crumbs into bricks Gettin' off in the click, with some petty ass shit MJG will play a punk like a toy You little 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 little millimeter boys [Chorus: MJG] (Oh shit, I'm hit) Is there a doctor in the house? (Shit, I'm hit) Damn, I think I'm dyin' (Shit, I'm hit) Please, call the doctor! (Shit, I'm hit)