9 Little Millimeta Boys - 8Ball & MJG

Tight grip on the tech-9, now it’s time to creep

Hollow tips, in the clip, puttin' suckas in a deep sleep

Win, lose, or draw yo gat

Die if you ain’t quick enough

Or end up at 201

Just because you think you tough

Niggas in the med, now they dead, from the uzi round

Trick was found, bloody on the ground, down in orange mound

Hole, in his dome, from the chrome, dat my hand held

Cuts, on the hoe, where I whooped 'em with da fanbelt

Bitches think i’m soft, cuz I treat them with respect

But I won’t hesitate to smoke a bitch wit my tech

9 millimeta beata if I feel dat I should hit that ho

Smack, step back, & watch that ho hit the floor

Niggas on the gank might do better at a bank

Cuz i’m packin' what you lackin' and i’m shootin' like a tank

Its the p.i.m.p-ah

The funky m.c.-ah

The niggas dats droppin dem bitches wit my 9 millimeta

1 little, 2 little, 3 little tricks

4 little, 5 little bitches on my dick

6 little, 7 little, 8 little niggas make 9 little millimeta boys (boys)

(MJG)

9 little millimeta nigga, how you figure

Its a chance, talkin shit, wit ya gun in ya pants

I’m’a step on your ass like a stepbrother

Looks as if to me dat you a mothafuckin death lover

Weak ass boy, wit a toy on da street

Cappin on the right mothafucka til he meet

The wrong mothafuckin pimp tight, operator

Who shoot a nigga first, and then reason wit em later

Now punks, trip me out, wit a gun and no clip

Catchin nothin but a charge cuz he wanna be hip- but ya slipped

Anyway, when ya left witout ya bullets

Now be a stupid fool, reach for it then pull it

But you ain’t, cuz u can’t, pull a gun wit no ammo

You thinkn you can beat it but you know you ain’t rambo

So its best you try to beg for ya life to stay alive

Cuz tricks, gettin dey dome blown away wit 25

And all about da popppin me a clip in get hip

You betta pack yo bags, cuz you goin on a trip

Dis shit is thick as heinz, and da shit is gettin thicker.. .for da 9 little

millimeta nigga

(hook)

(oh shit, I’m hit)

Is there a doctor in the house?

(shit, I’m hit)

Damn, I think I’m dyin (shit, I’m hit)

Please call the doctor!

(shit, I’m hit)

(8ball)

The mothafuckin pigs wanna fuck up da game

Sending niggas to jail, because dey sell cocaine

Rocks of crack, make stacks of dead presidents

Junkies fiendin for a hit, fucks up my residence

5-o, creepin tryna catch a nigga serve one

Thats, when I got my mothafuckin shotgun

Niggas in da bushes tryna rob me for what I got

Watch dem bitches scatter when I unload, da buckshots

Jack- or be jacked, creep- or get creeped on

But nigga don’t step wrong, cuz 8ball keep a tone

And if ya shoot at me I hope ya hit me and kill me dead

Cuz if I dont die, I’m puttin a hole in yo fuckin head

Scandalous hoes, love a nigga dats beldum

Play dat innocent role, and have a nigga fucked up

She’ll suck ya dick and then ya fall in love

While ya at home sleepin, she sellin pussy at da club

But look here hoes, I won’t go out like a punk bitch

It takes more to get me, den fuckin and suckin dick

Dont disrespect me, cuz ho I’m the truth

9 little millimeta niggas smoke bitches too

(hook)

(oh shit, I’m hit)

Is there a doctor in the house?

(shit, I’m hit)

Damn, I think I’m dyin (shit, I’m hit)

Please call the doctor!

(shit, I’m hit)

(MJG)

I tote a mothafuckin tone, when I gotta roam, cuz pimps dont play

And I gotta stay, where young black niggas obey

Some kinda rule or strategy, cuz I can’t be havin the

Shit from no nigga who think his tone is backin me

Away from da shit he talk, da shit ain’t worth bein heard

I’m thinkin bout cappin domes, you ain’t shootin shit but birds

For nigas who totin shanks, I hope you young niggas think

To creep from a pimps backside before you take his bank

Cuz I ain’t no mothafuckin target, ain’t no use of startin dis shit

Wit a nigga who legit, smokin bud by da pound, orange mound is my stomping

ground

Dats where I’m found, and all da niggas who down

They gonna step when I step, jump when I jump

Ima be throwin boom, dey gone be shootin pumps

Havin a mothafuckin tone, really, really, really, ain’t shit to me

It’s just another fuckin responsibility

But weak niggas like em turn crumbs into bricks

Gettin off in da click, wit sum petty ass shit

MJG, will play a punk like a toy

You litle 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 little millimeta boys

(hook)

(oh shit, I’m hit)

Is there a doctor in the house?

(shit, I’m hit)

Damn, I think I’m dyin (shit, I’m hit)

Please call the doctor!

(shit, I’m hit)