Woorden: Brother Ali. Rites Of Passage. Nine Double 'em.

[Hook]
(Rat-ta-tat, rat-ta-tat, rat-ta-tat, tatta rat-ta-ta-tatta to make his blood
splatter [x4]

[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

[Chorus]
Oooh..
Wa-da-da-dang, wa-da-da-da-dang, listen to my nine millimeter go bang (Go Bang!) [x4]

[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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[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]

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