Nine Double Em Lyrics - Singles - Brother Ali

(Hook) 

(Rat-ta-tat, rat-ta-tat, rat-ta-tat, tatta rat-ta-ta-tatta to make his blood 

splatter (4x) 

(Verse 1) 

You jackin me you go the wrong season 

You got your piece I got my piece 

And all I need now is a reason for me to start squeasin' 

Matter fact, gimme your rings, watch, and yo house keys 

And make it fast shorty, or I'ma put gun smoke up in the breeze 

And I'm glad he ain't call my bluff cause I ain't really had my gat 

It wouldn't of been nothing for him to peel back 

My wig, he saw this piggy go wee-wee all the way home 

To get my chrome cause now I got to lock some shots off in that dome (Why's that?) 

Because my manhood has got to stay in pact 

He can't just play me out in front of the ladies, that shit is wack 

But now I got my gat back down in the downtown district 

Dyin' to spill some gravy on this motherfucking biscuit 

Seen him kicking it out on Nicklet like it was nothin' 

Go around the block one more time and I swear to God I'm dumpin' 

Looked over my shoulder knowin' time was any place 

I jumped out the car, unloaded the nine up in his face! 

With no feelin, peelin' out, tires all squeelin' 

Adrenilen to my brain got me higher than the ceilin' 

But people talk, I'll probly never get dissed again 

And Minnesota got ten thousand lakes to dump the pistol in 

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(Chorus) 

Oooh. 

Wa-da-da-dang, wa-da-da-da-dang, listen to my nine millimeter go bang (Go Bang!) (4x) 

(Verse 2) 

I ran home quick, changed my clothes and dipped in my lady's transam 

If they ask you where I am don't tell em shit 

You ain't seen me or heard from me, she asked where I would go 

I said you know I'ma go stay with grandma down in Chicago 

I know how fast your car go, way up over a hundred 

But I can't get caught speedin, I might be federally wanted 

Man them cops be on it, I can't afford to get sloppy 

Cause if I slip up at any single point yo they got me 

So I rock the accelerator never greater than (?) 

Thinking strictly about my journey, what I did still hasn't hit me 

I touch down in the shy, grandma stay on southside 

Just trying to get some rest after that eight hour drive 

And Grandma surprised, but always happy to see me 

So I'm kicked up at the rest playing Nintendo watching t.v 

And believe me I know that I'm still on the run 

But I'm happy that this part of the getaway is done 

Cause I. 

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(Hook) 

(Chorus) 

(Verse 3) 

Yo, it's kinda hard to live with what I did 

Cause everytime I close my eyes all I see is me blasting that kid 

But yo, I did exactly what I had to do 

If that was him in my shoes he would of blasted me too 

Besides, everybody's mamma cry sometime 

And you know everyone gotta die sometime 

And grandma said I had a cousin in Minnesota that I ain't even know about ya know 

And just last week he got his brains blown out 

And so his little funeral was being held today 

I'm dressed in black Versacci and mad respect I payed 

But whoever shot my cousin sure wet up that poor bastard 

Cause the wake and the funeral was strictly closed casket 

But yo, they had his picture on the program and oh damn 

They had his picture on the program and oh damn 

Starred at my cousin on that program and I couldn't even speak 

That's the kid that I shot last week 

(Chorus) 

(Hook)