After 9 / ABC's

[Verse 1: Skinny Pimp] One nigga tried to cross me out over a funky bitch Two of my other bitches, finna put 'em in a clique Three different hoes running games while he's drinking brew Four drops of visine, nighty night, damn fool Five minutes later he was riding in my fucking trunk Six different rivers in my mind, which one shall i dump Seven members of his family still tryna find his ass Eight kinda late so i better skip to number nine Na na nana na, (ya'll know the fuckin' time) [Hook] Load the 9, yo it's time, to put some suckas in line (x8) [Verse 2] (a!) al capone my nigga that's insane (b!) better watch ya'll back because we robbing mane (c!) creeping on a sucka with a sawed-off (d!) dogging at these hoes like jeffery lawler (e!) easily approaching to the onion (f!) firing the bud, it's some scunion (g!) greepin' on the nine-ninety-nana (h!) happening trigga finger make me do a crime (i!) i could be the nigga that you love to hate (j!) jacking a sucka to death we call it meditating (k!) [?] to make it real dark (l!) living ass out make me wanna rob (m!) macking to these hoes like the skinny pimp (n!) nine millimeter slipping off my hip (o!) opp, paying for this shit? hell nah fuck that (p!) pimping ain't dead it's the hoes scared (q!) quiet while i load up my weapon (r!) riding thru your neighborhood spraying (s!) sleepy when the onion in my brain (p!) the polices, they don't know my real name (u!) u might be that nigga that'll fuck with me (v!) victim of a homicide in the first degree (w!) woodlawn niggas go clowning (x!) execute these suckas while they smiling (y!) ya'll heard the skinny pimp loud and clear (z!) zipping up my lips because i'm outta here... PEACE