I Got My Nine

It's Black C coming through with the gat blast Then I'm locced out behind the mask watching the gut cashing I'm greedy, I'm taking it from the needy like a genie I'm dissapear in the cut so we can't see me My beanie is pulled down so low we can't identify me I got 18 reasons case he wanna try me I keeps my Glock cocked, I got to keep a mouth prop It don't stop, and if the tables turn then I might flip flopped Then once again up and down, it's like a bouncing ball Is it the end of a soldier just like Mack Mall? (Damn) I wanted to be a soldier on the blocc but I'm hot I gots to get the fetty before I gets popped I got this Cuban on the phone who wanna sell me about two or three keys Cause I told him I'd be buyin deep, but oh shit, what if he pulls a lick A trick, I gots to grab my shit before I slip Now I'm ready, I'm ready to get the goods and go feddy And steady holdin' the fucking trigger in case he wet me And heavy, I'm totally gon' be bustin out the chevy And steady come through bustin like Teddy Cause all I wanna do-a-zooma-zum-zum-zum-and-the-boom-boom Watchin niggas meet they fucking doom And I'll be outey it like that, another day, I'm rollin' em up on the jay It's been a long time since I used my nine And you got yours, cause I got mine I think it's 'bout time for a jack Cause it's the Mister C nigga and the nigga nigga Black It's been a long time since I used my nine You got yours, cause I got mine I think it's 'bout time for a jack Cause it's the Mister C nigga and the nigga nigga Black