Mr. Millimeter 17 shot clip In your vest or your coat in your trunk or your hip On your way to your spot With your Tech or your Glock Extra clip in your sock Young niggas got to get paid get laid Fucking with the Get Low suckas wanna get sprayed Cuz in the nine trey niggas ain't having that With some Macs and some vests and some fat sacks Of the dank better yet of the dojah Some from the shoulders some from the holsters Myself I prefer from the shoulders Cuz a young buck throwin em boulders Bing bing to the chin Once again to the store for some gin But you didn't get a chance to cock em You bought two clips but you didn't get to pop em Then the Bigga Figga beat you to the straw A 9 Millimeter is what you need and what you saw And that was the end of the story No more gafflin and no more glory You got to get respect to survive And if you don't get respect then you die And that was the way that it went, shit Now I'm mad like a pit I give it up
(chorus) Fuckin with these niggas you better have your gat, Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat-tat Niggas on a mission you better stay strapped, Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat-tat
Niggas in ninety-two and ninety-three who you foolin JT the Bigga Figga, I'm straight schoolin That ass, I'll take you to class without a pass And mashin and dashin, get the motherfuckin cash You're broke, you're busted, you can't be trusted See the janitor cuz you need to be dusted I flip that ass like I flip the track Break to the house get the two clips for the Mac Cuz nigga gots to have it when niggas start static To get to the spot and get the fully automatic Cuz niggas carry Glocks, and niggas carry thirty-eights Forty-fives, nine Millimeters and an AK Strapped in the trunk right next to the punk Cuz a young punk try to start some funk God damn it it's on, dust off the chrome Jump in the bucket with the mothafuckin dome Now they don't understand why we went major Called D-Moe on the Motorola pager (beeping) He said JT I heard they tried to spray ya Nigga D-Moe man you know they can't fade us When a nigga said that Seff at the spot And tell him to bring a Tommy and a mothafuckin Glock And nigga don't forget when you mothafuckin hear that Give him some of this and some of that I give it up
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Copy to Clipboard: Mr. Millimeter 17 shot clip In your vest or your coat in your trunk or your hip On your way to your spot With your Tech or your Glock Extra clip in your sock Young niggas got to get paid get laid Fucking with the Get Low suckas wanna get sprayed Cuz in the nine trey niggas ain't having that With some Macs and some vests and some fat sacks Of the dank better yet of the dojah Some from the shoulders some from the holsters Myself I prefer from the shoulders Cuz a young buck throwin em boulders Bing bing to the chin Once again to the store for some gin But you didn't get a chance to cock em You bought two clips but you didn't get to pop em Then the Bigga Figga beat you to the straw A 9 Millimeter is what you need and what you saw And that was the end of the story No more gafflin and no more glory You got to get respect to survive And if you don't get respect then you die And that was the way that it went, shit Now I'm mad like a pit I give it up
(chorus) Fuckin with these niggas you better have your gat, Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat-tat Niggas on a mission you better stay strapped, Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat-tat
Niggas in ninety-two and ninety-three who you foolin JT the Bigga Figga, I'm straight schoolin That ass, I'll take you to class without a pass And mashin and dashin, get the motherfuckin cash You're broke, you're busted, you can't be trusted See the janitor cuz you need to be dusted I flip that ass like I flip the track Break to the house get the two clips for the Mac Cuz nigga gots to have it when niggas start static To get to the spot and get the fully automatic Cuz niggas carry Glocks, and niggas carry thirty-eights Forty-fives, nine Millimeters and an AK Strapped in the trunk right next to the punk Cuz a young punk try to start some funk God damn it it's on, dust off the chrome Jump in the bucket with the mothafuckin dome Now they don't understand why we went major Called D-Moe on the Motorola pager (beeping) He said JT I heard they tried to spray ya Nigga D-Moe man you know they can't fade us When a nigga said that Seff at the spot And tell him to bring a Tommy and a mothafuckin Glock And nigga don't forget when you mothafuckin hear that Give him some of this and some of that I give it up
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