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8ball & mjg - 9mm intro (live) lyrics

[chorus]
boom, oh sh-t, i’m hit
is there a doctor in the house?
sh-t, i’m hit
d-mn, i think i’m dyin’
sh-t, i’m hit
please call the doctor
sh-t, i’m hit
boom, oh sh-t, i’m hit
is there a doctor in the house?
sh-t, i’m hit
d-mn, i think i’m dyin’
sh-t, i’m hit
please call the doctor
sh-t, i’m hit

[verse 1: 8ball]
yeah
tight grip on the tec-9, now it’s time to creep
hollow tips in the clips, puttin’ suckers in a deep sleep
win, lose, or draw your sh-t, die if you ain’t quick enough
or end up at 201, just because you think you tough
n-ggas in the med, now they dead, from the uzi round
trick was found, bl–dy 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 him with the fanbelt
b-tches think i’m soft ’cause i treat them with respect
but i won’t hesitate to smoke a b-tch 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
n-ggas 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, uh
the funky m-c, uh
the n-gga that’s droppin’ them b-tches with my nine millimeter
one little, two little, three little tricks
four little, five little b-tches on my d-ck
six little, seven little, eight little n-ggas
make nine little millimeter boys

[verse 2: mjg]
nine little millimeter, n-gga, how you figure
it’s a chance? talkin’ sh-t with your gun in your pants
i’ma step on your -ss like a stepbrother
looks as if to me that you a motherf-ckin’ death lover
weak -ss boy with a toy on the streets
cappin’ on the right motherf-cker ’til he meet
the wrong motherf-ckin’ pimp, tight operator
who shoot a n-gga first, and then reason with him later
now punks trip me out with a gun and no clip
catchin’ nothin’ but a charge ’cause he wanna be hip
but you slipped anyway, when you left without your bullets
now be a stupid fool, reach for it, then pull it
but you ain’t, ’cause you can’t pull a gun with no ammo
you thinkin’ you can beat it but you know you ain’t rambo
so it’s best you try to beg for your life to stay alive
’cause tricks gettin’ they dome blown away with twenty-five (boom)
and i’m about to pop me in a clip and get hip
you better pack your bags, ’cause you goin’ on a trip
this sh-t is thick as heinz, and this sh-t is gettin’ thicker
for the nine little millimeter, n-gga

- 8ball mjg lyrics

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