I Got My Nine Lyrics

[Verse 1: Black C]
It's Black C comin' thru with the gat blastin'
I'm loc'ed out behind the mask watchin' the jack cash in
I'm greedy, I'm takin' it from the needy
Like a genie, I'm disappearin' in the cut so he can't see me
My beanie is pulled so low, he can't identify me
I got 18 reasons in case he wanna try me
I keeps my Glock cocked, I got to keep up my props
It don't stop, and if the table turns then I might get flopped
Then once again, up and down just like a bouncin' ball
Is it the end of a soldier just like Mac Mall? (Damn)
I wanted to be a soldier on the block but I'm hot
I gots to get the fetti before I gets popped
I got this Cuban on the phone who wanna sell me about 2 or 3 ki's
'Cause i told him I be buying deep
But oh shit, what if he pulls a lick?
A trick, I gots to grab my shit before I split
Now I'm ready, I'm ready to get the goods and go fetti
And steady hold the f*ckin' trigger in case he wet me
And heavy, I told him we gon' be bustin' out the Chevy
And steady come through bustin' like Teddy
'Cause all I wanna do is zoom a zoom zoom zoom
And a boom boom, watchin' niggas meet their f*ckin' doom
And I'll be outie like that (Like that)
Another day, I'm rollin' 'em up on the jack

[Chorus]
It's been a long time since I used my nine
You got yours, 'cause I got mine
I think it's about time for a jack
'Cause it's the Mr. Cee, 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 about time for a jack
'Cause it's the Mr. Cee, nigga
And the nigga nigga Black

[Verse 2: Mr. Cee]
Ah shit, they done open the door and let me in for '93
Now I gotta come crazy, 'cause I'm hazy
From all the dank that I be smokin'
I guess indo is a dick 'cause it always got hoes chokin'
Not TLC but my hat's to the back
Cartwright coat with my RBL patch
And um, we still doin' this shit
Niggas played out "Bammer Weed" and thought that was all it
So we dug in a hamper for some funk
And got some dead body funk
'Cause that's the funk for the f*ckin' trunk
And motherf*ck all the static
I gotta be like a car, break niggas off automatic
'Cause niggas tend to be a hassle
Purpin' like they got juice, but ain't got no Snapple
So asshole, here's a big dick for ya
Quit fakin' little booger 'fore I pick on ya
And for niggas jackin' niggas like some bitches
Mr. Cee is jackin' niggas
Leavin' jackin' niggas without they f*ckin' riches, and um
If you run, I'll murk you from the back
Have you seen Z's not G's, and dead black
Try and not to get stuck
I'm not a Reebok employee, but boy, I got many pumps
And I won't be sendin' chills through your spine
Just hollow point tips from my motherf*ckin' nine

[Chorus]
It's been a long time since I used my nine
You got yours, 'cause I got mine
I think it's about time for a jack
'Cause it's the Mr. Cee, 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 about time for a jack
'Cause it's the Mr. Cee, nigga
And the nigga nigga Black

[Verse 3: Black C]
I'm plottin' on this nigga I've been watchin' every f*ckin' day
Binoculars on the close watchin' every f*ckin' move he makes
Now how should I come at him: with a jack or a kidnap?
Or run up in his house with my Mac and have him mouse trapped I'll hit his ass tonight, I know he'll have his shipment
This nigga coppin' 10 cakes, he's gonna have a shit fit
I'm lookin' at my watch, it's 8:30 on the dot
Here he comes now, squattin' in the 50 drop
He stopped the shit and parked; I'm in the cut so he can't see me
I'm Ben Davis'd out in black, two gloves and beanie
He jumped up out the 50, scattered duffel bag and briefcase
I walked up to the front door then opened up the main gate
I creeped behind his back, he couldn't believe a loaded Mac
I just want the stack, he 'bout to get his mask cracked
I stepped up to his house (Is anybody in here?)
I didn't hear a damn thing, I tied him to a f*ckin' chair
Then reached for the duffel bag, unzipped it, it was ten cakes
Now I grabbed the loot, it was stashed inside the briefcase
A nine milli-mil, a Mac, and 50 G's
And now I hesitated with the Mac and the safe keys
So now I'm on the roll, I hit the safe for a million
An OG baller like this, I gots to kill him
Thinkin' that I should burn his little spot to a prison
A menace to society, leavin' no evidence, yeah

[Chorus]
It's been a long time since I used my nine
You got yours, 'cause I got mine
I think it's about time for a jack
'Cause it's the Mr. Cee, 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 about time for a jack
'Cause it's the Mr. Cee, nigga
And the nigga nigga Black

[Verse 4: Mr. Cee]
Some niggas is cranked out, danked out
Others might be dranked out
But f*ckin' with me though, you bound to get banked out
Always throwin' up peace but you like me in the least
So let the bullshit cease
Or when I jack with my backpack, look for the fat gat
'Cause I might peel your f*ckin' cap back
But oh no, we don't want that
'Cause the po's already tryin' to catch a nigga with a sack of crack
So then I chops 'em to the villain on the under
Taking them penitentiary chances, ain't got time for no blunders
'Cause then I'll be set back
Probably play with 25 to life with no motherf*ckin' slack
Somewhere on the chill
Hoping I don't get stuck with a piece of steel
But I gotta go out like a soldier
And keep treatin' niggas like fences, I'm gettin' over
Like rover, so bow wow yippy yay
He ain't a dyke but I gaffler from the Frisco Bay
Keep on jackin' and you know it don't stop
I got the hardware on the H & R block
'Cause comin' up to me is real
I'll either jack Mother Goose or jack for that bitch named Jill
It's like Braille, I'll let my fingers do the readin'
Robbing niggas blind and poppin' em with my Nina

[Chorus]
It's been a long time since I used my nine
You got yours, 'cause I got mine
I think it's about time for a jack
'Cause it's the Mr. Cee, 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 about time for a jack
'Cause it's the Mr. Cee, 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 about time for a jack
'Cause it's the Mr. Cee, 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 about time for a jack
'Cause it's the Mr. Cee, nigga
And the nigga nigga Black

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