[Chorus x2: Silkk & Mo B Dick]
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Pop, pop, pop, pop goes my nine (TRU niggas ride dirty an stay strapped)
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Every time I think about the times you did me wrong (Pop goes the nine)
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[Verse 1: Silkk]
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See me an my click
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we be hoppin outta Range Rover
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everyday Taz test,sober
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Fightin fellon convictions, barely missin Angola
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On the run, it's hell
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fresh outta jail
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That's no life, carry me a nine, cops chase away the 4-5
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My girl ask me why I carry the nine, with the clip in
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I said niggas blast me if they catch a nigga slippin
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Yall trippin
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yall gave my hommie 25 with a "L"
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but the nigga that killed my cousin, yall let that nigga out on bail
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So I say, fuck this
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and I hit the corner on the streets
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keep my nine up on the seat
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and hold my nine like a G
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Cuz I'ma hustle 'til I fall
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I'ma have it all ball
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fuck them niggas I have nine up in my draws
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No time to pause, as I smash off in the dust like what
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keep my nine, cuz its the only thing I can trust
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An every since Ice Cube said, it's really been a trip
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I'd rather be
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judged by 12 than be carried by 6. That's why its...
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[Chorus x2]
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[Verse 2: Master P]
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Picture me rollin, rest in peace Pac
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I'm ridin in my 500 S-E-L strapped with my plastic glock
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Me an my bitch, we be hella tight
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Fit in the palm of my hand
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but I ain' t trustin a nigga tonight
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I ain't walkin out the door unless I got my bitch
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my American Express, nigga, this will be it
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seven-teen kids to tag along
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Hollow tips, black jack, call me Al Capone
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But I'm dirty like Harry
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I keep a 9 Millimeter cuz I ain't gettin buried
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My glock be special like Ed
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all yall nigga ain't strapped
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might end up in the body-bag...
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[Chorus x2]
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[Verse 3: Kane & Abel]
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Pop, pop, goes the ruger out the Lexus LandCruiser
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Best of slow ya roll hoe
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'fore I put some holes through ya
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Boo-Yah, my fifty Calliber got niggas runnin back to Africa
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Bitch banged up my passport so I'm swervin in my Acura
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Grabbin on my dick
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smokin the shit
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momma kicked me out the house
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I smack that bitch
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Now I'm skandelous and rich
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Mia-X said we got it tweekin
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them niggas tweekin
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No Limit got some gangsta shit for the Mexicans and Puerto Ricans
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New York to L.A., Miami to Atlanta
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black talons from my nine got them dancing the Macerena
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Little kids in my hood slang dope an talk shit
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by some violence, brah
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pass the silencer, pop that bitch...
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I'm in my Navy Blue Beamer suckin on weed
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Holdin the streets
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as we brain off that vodka
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we're still in the nigga chopper
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Gun slangin with pussy juice on my trigger finger
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its Kane an Abel, now who da bitch-made nigga banger...
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[Chorus x2]
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[Master P]
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Check it out playa
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Nigga gotta protect ya motha-fuckin self fa the 9-skrilla
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Nigga ya need to grab ya motha-fuckin nine 'fore ya grab ya shoes
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Cuz nigga only got 1 life to lose
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an a nigga gotta protect his own, playa
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Nigga, live eye 4 an eye that's how TRU Niggas live
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An if yall real bout the situation
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nigga, trust no mutha-fuckin body
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Let cha mutha-fuckin gun be ya friend, nigga
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Cuz ya enemy might be right next to remember that playa...
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Pop-Pop goes the nine, nigga
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But TRU Niggas ride dirty an stay strapped
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An we Bout It
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[Chorus Fades]
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Pop Goes My 9
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