Frog'] [Nine] Hit em like dis, hit em like dat Hit em wit da real, let em know how you feel [Frog] Hit em like dis - ribbit, hit em like dat - ribbit
nine cove tightly So u betta do da right thing Dey ain't like spitely So u so u betta do da right thing Dey ain't like spitely Yeah I switched it up I got a nine
it for free, Cuz what dese bitches do for dem dey might do it for me ha! Luda! I'm duh captain of dis spaceship, Real hip-hop lives death to dis fake
niggas wit no chips And the flow runs like the Mississippi River And your hoe comes, ya bitch hear me when I whisper Silence all guns hit 'em fo-fo-for dey hit
lets come wid dis Re remixxx a' lil sumtin like U noe wa a a i can be ur bad boy like diddy Or run up in da club sipin a bud like fidyy My game so tight
Lets go balla pull dem mutha fuckin stacks out niggaz time 2 ball niggaz...stripperz....all dez hoez b talkin bout pay a hundred fifty for dis hundred
nigga!(be real) Let a nigga know what really happened nigga!(what really happened) Quit fuckin' wit me like that you bitch! Nigga! And I don't box I hit
shit nigguh Big bread bread like a picnic nigguh Shake da whole game like a hit stick nigguh Money spread like germs get sick nigguh Yeaa & fuck dem otha nigguhs one nine
m straight [Chorus] [Verse 2: Three 6 Mafia] Yeah...what!Now I ain't even worried bout you...haters Three 6 Mafia fakers You talk like commen...taters You fiction like
trust my conscience says no I want to hit him with a nine dese are sum thoughts re-occurin on my mind now [Chorus] [Verse 4:] [Fat Joe:] Is dis my conscience speakin sounds like
like a chocolate cake My name Cassidy, I'm off the heezy man I get so slick and greezy man All my strips pop like a greasy pan Cut shit, throw short, like
god I'm a ride for my squad Wen the time cum Nine in my palm Grab a grib like a condom You slip I behind him You could put you out ya misery Hit him in
ain't kno faking nigga you see da key I'm in baby nine on me easy to cuff it den I feel invisible I'm on that cup of hen extended clip in dis bitch shootin
hit the door, them niggas ain't know how to act. Dem hoes grabbin on my chain, pullin on my plaits. Dey want me to take em home and hit em from the back
trina, ask jackie, ask khia, ask missy, ask remmy, ask lil' kim, I'm a hustle just like dem and I'm on my grizzy like killa kim, my ace boo you want
yo street Man I'm blastin' at you hoez put yo mouf up on dis heat Man I make yo brains come out da back of yo head wit dis nine Leave yo body on da ground
