first time i heard it i couldnt stop bumpin' it, classic
Use Yo Nina
[Verse 1]
When you hop out your car you need to grab yo 9mm
To drop some hot bunts
Hollowpoint tip pull it pop and drop one
I dont got them blanks, I got them hollow bullet tips
That have your brain hangin out when a 9mm kicks
A killa type nigga need the strap that blast real quick you know?
The kinda strap that hits you when you wearin' dead 4sho
I dont need no Terminator huntin' me like Sarah Connors
So when its time to ride I load up the 9 and do the honors
I'm killin' all souls of fools 'cause we aint in the same game
I use that nina, you call it 9 but its the same thang
I aint no cat, so 9 lives I dont got
But I got my homies and 4 niggas from the G-bloc
And when they come they aint gonna bring no deuce deuce
Four 9mm packin' mothafuckas yellin' shoot
Somebody gonna be slippin, shot and shittin in his draws
If he dead he dead, it aint my business fool its yours
We just kill'em mista, lovin' aint our job
Dont be cryin now nigga you shouldnt a been tryin' to mob
You wasnt cryin' when you shot me with your deuce deuce
I didnt die, so now its time to pay the piper-fool
Its a personal vendetta, yeah I got a grudge
We holdin' court in the streets and im the mothafuckin judge
I'm a wash your ass like Downy
Or sentence you to jail with no bail and Hell the mothafuckin county Nigga
(Hook)
To the homies from the hood
Better use yo nina cause your deuce deuce aint no good
Little Ba-a-tay Little Ba-ah-tat-ah-tay-ay (Hey)
Listen to my nine millimeter go BANG!
[Verse 2]
They call me X-Raided Loc and you better remember this
I'm married to my gauge but my 9 is my main bitch
I keep it with me 24-7 around the fuckin' clock
I love my nine my nigga I put that on the block
But i dont like them glocks 'cause they aint nothin' but plastic
And its meltin' in your hand everytime you blast it
One day its gonna jam up and blow up in your face
Then that nigga you shootin' at is nice to get away
So nigga take it from the L-O-C straight killa
If you out to do some dirt you pack a nina nine-milla
'Causu aint no second chances in this game we call life
Sac-town city south side nothing nice
In October Halloween just passed
Fools kickin' down doors wearin' X-men masks
Aint no trick-or-treat so what the fuck you gonna do?
Only strap in the house is a deuce deuce
You made that same movement, shot him in his chest
Your little pea shooter couldnt fuck with his vest
The nigga shot you back and you damn near died
Fell to the ground tears coming to your eyes
With a hot sensation burnin' in your stomach
Layin' on your back choking on your own vomit
Them niggas took your safe,scratch,money,and all your jewels
All of your dope and your lil ass twenty-two
(Hook)
To the niggas from the hood
Better use yo nina cause that deuce deuce aint no good
Little Ba-a-tay Little Ba-ah-tat-ah-tay-ay (Hey)
Listen to my nine millimeter go BANG!
[Verse 3]
I got to have a nina 'cause in the '90s fools be stressin
It can be a Colt, Thompson Reuger or Swith-n-Wesson
As long as its a 9 and holding 16 in the clip, we cool
But if you packin' anything less you slippin fool
'Cause when you in for a penny you rep for a pound
So you gotsta have to artillery to take a mothafucka down
But dont get me wrong tho it aint gotta be a 9, If you select (No) ?
A 44 will put your ass in the metro
Or on that channel three ten o'clock news check
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat, when I gat like that
My tec be sprayin up a niggas set
My tec could be a 9 too
Or I could go old school on you mothafuckas witta 9-Uzi
You know I cant be choosey with my chrome
'Cause when we funkin' I'm a blast with the first thing I get my hands on
And that could be one of them lil' old 2-shot dillingers
Cock it back and blast, put two little holes in a nigga
That'll give me time to settle diz-zown
Go and get the homies, then come back with some of that shit
Thats know for tearin' up your tiz-zown
Spray the hood up then get ghost like Beetlejuice
And I didnt use no twenty-two
(Hook)
(Hook)
To the homies from the hood
You better use yo nina cause your deuce deuce aint no good
Little Ba-a-tay Little Ba-ah-tat-ah-tay-ay (Hey)
Listen to my nine millimeter go BANG!
Little Ba-a-tay Little Ba-ah-tat-ah-tay-ay (Hey)
Listen to my nine my nine milameter go BANG BANG BANG!
Little Ba-a-tay Little Ba-ah-tat-ah-tay-ay (Hey)
Listen to my nine millimeter BANG BANG BANG BANG!
(the Misses)
Bang bang, understand this
We rides witta strap on the side
Terminate fools jealous fellas
Hatin' how we doing this?
Never catch you slippin' baby, we bust nigga duck
I say a tick-a-tick-a tock
The hatin dont stop
So i push the trigga back and get to poppin with my glock
And supa nigga supa nigga, what you gonna do ?
When i packs a 357 chrome and you packs a deuce-deuce? Oooo
Hoes and bros dont know what the fuck they up against
Get caught witta fat slug fuckin' round with them thugs fool
Let'em fat mouth at the lip
But if you dont hush i get to lettin' loose with the clip
Use Yo Nina
[Verse 1]
When you hop out your car you need to grab yo 9mm
To drop some hot bunts
Hollowpoint tip pull it pop and drop one
I dont got them blanks, I got them hollow bullet tips
That have your brain hangin out when a 9mm kicks
A killa type nigga need the strap that blast real quick you know?
The kinda strap that hits you when you wearin' dead 4sho
I dont need no Terminator huntin' me like Sarah Connors
So when its time to ride I load up the 9 and do the honors
I'm killin' all souls of fools 'cause we aint in the same game
I use that nina, you call it 9 but its the same thang
I aint no cat, so 9 lives I dont got
But I got my homies and 4 niggas from the G-bloc
And when they come they aint gonna bring no deuce deuce
Four 9mm packin' mothafuckas yellin' shoot
Somebody gonna be slippin, shot and shittin in his draws
If he dead he dead, it aint my business fool its yours
We just kill'em mista, lovin' aint our job
Dont be cryin now nigga you shouldnt a been tryin' to mob
You wasnt cryin' when you shot me with your deuce deuce
I didnt die, so now its time to pay the piper-fool
Its a personal vendetta, yeah I got a grudge
We holdin' court in the streets and im the mothafuckin judge
I'm a wash your ass like Downy
Or sentence you to jail with no bail and Hell the mothafuckin county Nigga
(Hook)
To the homies from the hood
Better use yo nina cause your deuce deuce aint no good
Little Ba-a-tay Little Ba-ah-tat-ah-tay-ay (Hey)
Listen to my nine millimeter go BANG!
[Verse 2]
They call me X-Raided Loc and you better remember this
I'm married to my gauge but my 9 is my main bitch
I keep it with me 24-7 around the fuckin' clock
I love my nine my nigga I put that on the block
But i dont like them glocks 'cause they aint nothin' but plastic
And its meltin' in your hand everytime you blast it
One day its gonna jam up and blow up in your face
Then that nigga you shootin' at is nice to get away
So nigga take it from the L-O-C straight killa
If you out to do some dirt you pack a nina nine-milla
'Causu aint no second chances in this game we call life
Sac-town city south side nothing nice
In October Halloween just passed
Fools kickin' down doors wearin' X-men masks
Aint no trick-or-treat so what the fuck you gonna do?
Only strap in the house is a deuce deuce
You made that same movement, shot him in his chest
Your little pea shooter couldnt fuck with his vest
The nigga shot you back and you damn near died
Fell to the ground tears coming to your eyes
With a hot sensation burnin' in your stomach
Layin' on your back choking on your own vomit
Them niggas took your safe,scratch,money,and all your jewels
All of your dope and your lil ass twenty-two
(Hook)
To the niggas from the hood
Better use yo nina cause that deuce deuce aint no good
Little Ba-a-tay Little Ba-ah-tat-ah-tay-ay (Hey)
Listen to my nine millimeter go BANG!
[Verse 3]
I got to have a nina 'cause in the '90s fools be stressin
It can be a Colt, Thompson Reuger or Swith-n-Wesson
As long as its a 9 and holding 16 in the clip, we cool
But if you packin' anything less you slippin fool
'Cause when you in for a penny you rep for a pound
So you gotsta have to artillery to take a mothafucka down
But dont get me wrong tho it aint gotta be a 9, If you select (No) ?
A 44 will put your ass in the metro
Or on that channel three ten o'clock news check
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat, when I gat like that
My tec be sprayin up a niggas set
My tec could be a 9 too
Or I could go old school on you mothafuckas witta 9-Uzi
You know I cant be choosey with my chrome
'Cause when we funkin' I'm a blast with the first thing I get my hands on
And that could be one of them lil' old 2-shot dillingers
Cock it back and blast, put two little holes in a nigga
That'll give me time to settle diz-zown
Go and get the homies, then come back with some of that shit
Thats know for tearin' up your tiz-zown
Spray the hood up then get ghost like Beetlejuice
And I didnt use no twenty-two
(Hook)
(Hook)
To the homies from the hood
You better use yo nina cause your deuce deuce aint no good
Little Ba-a-tay Little Ba-ah-tat-ah-tay-ay (Hey)
Listen to my nine millimeter go BANG!
Little Ba-a-tay Little Ba-ah-tat-ah-tay-ay (Hey)
Listen to my nine my nine milameter go BANG BANG BANG!
Little Ba-a-tay Little Ba-ah-tat-ah-tay-ay (Hey)
Listen to my nine millimeter BANG BANG BANG BANG!
(the Misses)
Bang bang, understand this
We rides witta strap on the side
Terminate fools jealous fellas
Hatin' how we doing this?
Never catch you slippin' baby, we bust nigga duck
I say a tick-a-tick-a tock
The hatin dont stop
So i push the trigga back and get to poppin with my glock
And supa nigga supa nigga, what you gonna do ?
When i packs a 357 chrome and you packs a deuce-deuce? Oooo
Hoes and bros dont know what the fuck they up against
Get caught witta fat slug fuckin' round with them thugs fool
Let'em fat mouth at the lip
But if you dont hush i get to lettin' loose with the clip