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