Nine Double 'Em

[Intro] Rat-ta-tat, rat-ta-tat, rat-ta-tat, tatta rat-ta-ta-tatta to make his blood Splatter (x4) [Verse 1] You jacking me? You got the wrong season You got your piece, I got my piece And all I need now is a reason, for me to start squeezing Matter of fact, give me your rings, watch, and your house keys And make it fast shorty, or I'mma put gun smoke, up in the breeze And I'm glad he ain't call my bluff, because I ain't really had my gat It wouldn't have been nothing, for him, to peel back My wig, he saw this piggy go, wee-wee all the way home To get my chrome, because now I got to lock some shots off in that dome (Why's that?) Because my manhood has got to stay intact He can't just play me out, in front of the ladies, that shit is wack But now I got my gat, back down in the downtown district Dying to spill some gravy on this mother{*cough*} biscuit Seen him kicking it out on Nicklet, like it was nothin' Go around the block one more time, and I swear to God I'm dumpin' Looked over my shoulder, know this was the time and the place I jumped out the car, unloaded the nine up in his face! With no feelin', peelin' out, tires all squeelin' Adrenalin to my brain, got me higher than the ceilin' But people talk, I'll probably never get dissed again And Minnesota got ten thousand lakes, to dump the pistol in [Hook] Woah Wa-da-da-dang, wa-da-da-da-dang, listen to my nine millimeter go bang (Go-o bang!) (x3) Wa-da-da-dang, wa-da-da-da-dang, listen to my nine millimeter go bang [Verse 2] I ran home quick, changed my clothes and dipped in my lady's Trans-Am If they ask you where I am don't tell em shit You ain't seen me or heard from me; she asked where I would go I said: "You know I'mma go stay with grandma down in Chicago I know how fast your car go, way up over a hundred But I can't get caught speeding, I might be federally wanted" Man them cops be on it, I can't afford to get sloppy Cause if I slip up at any single point, yo they got me So I rock the accelerator never greater than limit Thinking strictly about my journey, what I did, still hasn't hit me I touch down in the Chi, grandma stay on Southside Just trying to get some rest after that eight hour drive And Grandma surprised, but always happy to see me So I'm kicked up at the rest, playing Nintendo, watching T.V And believe me, I know that I'm still on the run But I'm happy that this part of the ghetto way is done Because I: [Hook] Rat-ta-tat, rat-ta-tat, rat-ta-tat, tatta rat-ta-ta-tatta to make his blood Splatter (x4) Woah Wa-da-da-dang, wa-da-da-da-dang, listen to my nine millimeter go bang (Go-o bang!) (x3) Wa-da-da-dang, wa-da-da-da-dang, listen to my nine millimeter go bang [Verse 3] Yo, it's kind of hard to live with what I did Because everytime I close my eyes, all I see is me blasting that kid But yo, I did exactly what I had to do If that was him in my shoes; he would've blasted me too Besides, everybody's mamma cry sometime And you know everyone got to die sometime And grandma said I had a cousin in Minnesota, that I ain't even know about, you know And just last week, he got his brains blown out And so his little funeral was being held today I'm dressed in black Versacci, and mad respect I pay But whoever shot my cousin, sure wet up that po' bastard Because the wake and the funeral was strictly closed casket But yo, they had his picture on the program, and oh damn They had his picture on the program, and oh damn Stared at my cousin on that program, and I couldn't even speak That's the kid that I shot last week [Hook] Woah Wa-da-da-dang, wa-da-da-da-dang, listen to my nine millimeter go bang (Go-o bang!) (x3) Wa-da-da-dang, wa-da-da-da-dang, listen to my nine millimeter go bang Rat-ta-tat, rat-ta-tat, rat-ta-tat, tatta rat-ta-ta-tatta to make his blood Splatter (x4)