Nine 2 Yo Skull

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Jesse James] Nine to your fuckin' skull, a .380 to your back, a deuce-deuce between your legs, and now your ass handicapped I tolded your silly ass that you can't fuck with this I catch your ass slippin', bitch, it's gon' be a murder quick Im down with Ten Wanted Mens, I'm vampin' up off the scene I'm poppin' them Glocks and hoes, now I'm ballin' real clean These niggas be talkin' trash, you know you can't stay alive I put the nine to your head, you know that it's time to die [Chorus: 8Ball, Lord Infamous & DJ Paul] Cock my motherfuckin' gun, hey, punk Too late now, trick, already— Cock my motherfuckin' gun, hey, punk My Glock make this sound, when I buck down clowns Cock my motherfuckin' gun, hey, punk Too late now, trick, already— Cock my mothеrfuckin' gun, hey, punk My Glock make this sound, when I buck down clowns [Verse 2: Haylo] My crazy and stupid fools, who think you can stеp to this I hit like Mike Tyson, mane, so get your ass off my dick A nigga like throwin' V's, do don't even try to trip Your fuckin' with Ten Wanted Mens, your ass gon' get pistol whipped My money's like gettin' low, a nigga like buyin' shit Then put on a ski mask and rob, rich, rich My eyes are bloodshot red, that money's like in my head This Glock I got packin' weight, mane, it'll make you scared You stayed you did not run, I think you the bravest one Your filthy ass talk alot, I might just cut your tounge You scared, you scared, ho? Don't punk out on me now Givin' me money will make my ends for lay you down A shot to your fuckin' mouth, straight through your fuckin', head Here we go again, mane, now you just in the med Haylo is 'bout comin' hard, I tell you, I show no love You fuckin' with Ten Wanted Mens, a nine to your fuckin' skull [Chorus: 8Ball, Lord Infamous & DJ Paul] Cock my motherfuckin' gun, hey, punk Too late now, trick, already— Cock my motherfuckin' gun, hey, punk My Glock make this sound, when I buck down clowns Cock my motherfuckin' gun, hey, punk Too late now, trick, already— Cock my motherfuckin' gun, hey, punk My Glock make this sound, when I buck down clowns [Verse 3: Princess Loko] Gangster bitch, flowin' and showin' you busters don't come in correct to a Four Corner nigga Nine to your skull as I'm showin' no love for the bitches and snitches, Loko pullin' triggers Don't perpetrate, imitate, man, I'ma regulate Cowards, these lemons gon' stick with they kind Can't have a sucker no punk motherfuckers, Loko can't be goin', forever 'bout my mine Psychopath, lunatic, crucifix on a bitch, killers and niggas that don't give a fuck Grab my tool tightly, don't let it go slightly, I got a big clizzit you niggas can suck National gangsters don't fuck with no princess I'm dumpin' these lemon lames down in the trash Ho, that you told just let me unload so I can commence to whoopin' your ass Devious pimpin', I'm low down mischevious, catchin' 'em slippin' off grippin' the tone Packin' artillerly, catchin' and crossin' now on my set, so, nigga, it's on Wanna be makin' me gonna be takin' me to a new level, so stay the fuck back Learn a few lessons, this pimpin' I'm stressin' So flakers and traitors just stay off my set [Chorus: 8Ball, Lord Infamous & DJ Paul] Cock my motherfuckin' gun, hey, punk Too late now, trick, already— Cock my motherfuckin' gun, hey, punk My Glock make this sound, when I buck down clowns Cock my motherfuckin' gun, hey, punk Too late now, trick, already— Cock my motherfuckin' gun, hey, punk My Glock make this sound, when I buck down clowns Cock my motherfuckin' gun, hey, punk Too late now, trick, already— Cock my motherfuckin' gun, hey, punk My Glock make this sound, when I buck down clowns [Outro: 8Ball] Cock my motherfuckin' gun Cock my motherfuckin' gun Cock my motherfuckin' gun Cock my motherfuckin' gun, hey, punk