Use Yo Nina

[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 killa type nigga 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 killin all substitues 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 niggas from the G-block And when they come they ain't gonna bring no duece duece Four nine milameter packin mother-fuckas yellin shoot Sombody gonna be slippin, shot shittin 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 nigga be slick 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-fuckin judge Im gonna was your ass like downy I sentance you to jail with no bail be hells the motha-fuckin county Nigga (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 bitch I keep it with me twenty-four seven aroung the fuckin clock I love my nine my nigga 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 nigga just shootin and its nice to get away So let me take it from the L-O-C straight killa 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 fuck 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 fuck with his vest The nigga shot you back you damn 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 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 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-fucka down But dont get me wrong though it ain't gotta ne a nine that u select (No) A fourty-four will put your ass 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 niggas sac My tech could be a nine to Or I could go oldschool on you motha-fuckas with a nine oozy You know I can't be choosy with my chrome Cause when we fuckin on blast with the first thing I get my hands on And that could be one of them lil' 0-two shot dilingers Cock it back and blast, put two little holes in a nigga Better give me time to settle dizown Go and the homies to come back with some of that shit 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!