9MM

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous] A black heart, no pity, no motherfuckin' love All about the ends, stupid bitches and the drugs The ammunition is so lethal from the future artillery No point the doctor can't save you, see no need for the surgery Bomb burns, scattered flesh in ya rib cage Due to the grenade launcher attached to the 12-gauge Still killer, one more nigga down that lighted tunnel Cold metal, hot shells, clips that makes you stumble Deep in the depths, creep up hoe, get ready to rumble The hollow points, shit that be launchin' so rapidly, watchin' em tumble Everything in silence, not a fucking mumble You bitches you don't want to be a dead body that died from the kick of my gat The paper scheme and bring, just like a form black jack This game ain't clean so we have to play so dirty Killa Man smoke a man with ya thirty-thirty Buckshots in ya heart I bet ya and it's pointed at ya [Hook/Samples] [Verse 2: Juicy J] Pointed right at ya is my fuckin' metal Project Pat get the body bags, he bring the shovel Level the scope out, aimin' at ya spinal cord Fuckin' with the Juicy J, some shit a nigga can't afford Ammunition' flyin' at ya faster than Daytona Hollow points penetrate yo ass, you be a goner I'm known to keep the shit quite low profile Notorious as low down, kill ya executioner style Buckwild out Evergreen and Gooch Park North Memphis cappin' on tricks that wanna be hard Smile in my face, actin' like they cool with me Jealous ass bitch well I'm goin' on a shootin' spree Like my nigga André be scopin' at yo crew He don't give a damn about how? Where? Who? There is gon' be a killin' when bitches take a step My gat's pointed at ya and you're gonna meet the death [Hook/Samples]