x-raided – use yo nina lyrics
[verse 1]
when you hop out your car you need to grab yo nine milameter
to drop some hot bunts
hollow point your pusley poppin drop one
i dont got them blanks i got them hollow bullet tips
to have your brain hangin out when a nine milameter kicks
a k!lla type n-gga need to strap the blast so quik you know
the kinda strap that hits you when you wearin you different show
i dont need no terminator huntin me like sarah connors
so when its time to ride i load up the nine and do the honors
im k!llin all subst-tues we ain’t in the same game
i use that nina you call it nine but its the same thing
i ain’t no cat so nine lives i dont got
but i got my homies them four n-ggas from the g-block
and when they come they ain’t gonna bring no duece duece
four nine milameter packin mother-f-ckas yellin shoot
sombody gonna be slippin, shot sh-ttin in his draws
if he dead he dead it ain’t my buisness fool its yours
i just tell em’ mista lovin the main orjon
dont be cryin now n-gga be sl!ck tryin to mob
you wasn’t cryin when you shot me with your duece duece
i didn’t die so know its time to pay the pipa-poo
its a personal vandetta, yah i gotta grudge
we home court the streets and im the motha-f-ckin judge
im gonna was your -ss like downy
i sentance you to jail with no bail be h-lls the motha-f-ckin county n-gga
(hook)
to the homies from the hood
better use yo nina cause your deuce deuce ain’t no good
little ba-a-te little ba-a-te-a-te (hey)
listen to my nine milameter go bang!
[verse 2]
they call me x-raided loc and you better remeber this
im married to my gage but my nine is my main b-tch
i keep it with me twenty-four seven aroung the f-ckin clock
i love my nine my n-gga i put that on the block
but i dont like them glocks cause they gain nothin but plastic
and its nothin in your hand everytime you blast it
one day its gonna jam up and blow up in your face
then that n-gga just shootin and its nice to get away
so let me take it from the l-o-c straight k!lla
if you out to do some dirty pack a nina nine-mila
casue ain’t no second in this game we call life
sac-town city south side nothing nice
in october halloween just past
fools kickin down doors wearin x-man masks
ain’t a trick-or-treat so what the f-ck you gonna do
only strap in the house is a duece duece
you made that same movement shot him in his chest
your lil’ pea shooter couldn’t f-ck with his vest
the n-gga shot you back you d-mn there died
fell to the ground tears commin to your eyes
with a hot sensation burnin in your stomach
layin on your back chokin bomb
let them n-ggas took your safe,scratch,money,and all your jewels
all of your dope and your lil’ -ss twenty-two
(hook)
to the n-ggas from the hood
better use your nina cause that duece duece ain’t not good
litte ba-a-te little ba-a-te-a-te (hey)
listen to my nine milameter go bang!
[verse 3]
i got to have a nina cause in the ninties fools be stressin
it could be a code tops or rugger n’ smith n’ wessin
as long as its a nine elevan holdin sixteen in the clip we cool
but if you pack in it anything less you slippin fool
cause when you rip with penny you rip with path
so you gotsta have to artilary to take a motha-f-cka down
but dont get me wrong though it ain’t gotta ne a nine that u select (no)
a fourty-four will put your -ss through the back door
on the channel three ten o’clock news
check for tha-a-that when i get like that
my tech be sprayin up a n-ggas sac
my tech could be a nine to
or i could go oldschool on you motha-f-ckas with a nine oozy
you know i can’t be choosy with my chrome
cause when we f-ckin on blast with the first thing i get my hands on
and that could be one of them lil’ 0-two shot dilingers
c-ck it back and blast, put two little holes in a n-gga
better give me time to settle dizown
go and the homies to come back with some of that sh-t
thats know for tearin up you tizown
spray the hood up to get ghosts like beetlejuice
and i didn’t use no twenty-two
(hook)
the the homies from the hood
better use your nina cause that duece duece ain’t not good
litte ba-a-te little ba-a-te-a-te (hey)
listen to my nine milameter go bang!
litte ba-a-te little ba-a-te-a-te (hey)
listen to my nine my nine milameter go bang bang bang!
little ba-a-te little ba-a-te-te-a-te (hey)
listen to my nine milameter bang bang bang bang!
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