I Got My Nine - RBL Posse

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