Brother Ali - Nine Double 'Em lyrics

Rat ta tat, rat ta tat, rat ta tat
Tatta rat ta ta tatta to make his blood
Splatter

You jacking me? You got the wrong season
You got your piece, I got my piece
And all I need now is a reason
For me to start squeezing
Matter of fact, give me your rings, watch
And your house keys
And make it fast shorty, or
I'mma put gun smoke, up in the breeze
And I'm glad he ain't call my bluff
Because I ain't really had my gat
It wouldn't have been nothing, for him
To peel back my wig, he saw this piggy go
Wee-wee all the way home to get my chrome
Because now I got to lock some
Shots off in that dome
(Why's that?) Because my manhood has
Got to stay intact


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
Dying to spill some gravy
On this mothercough 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
Know this was the time and the place
I jumped out the car
Unloaded the nine up in his face!
With no feelin', peelin' out
Tires all squeelin' adrenalin to my brain
Got me higher than the ceilin'
But people talk
I'll probably never get dissed again
And Minnesota got ten thousand lakes
To dump the pistol in

Woah wa da da dang, wa da da da dang
Listen to my nine millimeter go bang
(Go-o bang)

Wa da da dang, wa da da da dang
Listen to my nine millimeter go bang

I ran home quick
Changed my clothes and dipped
In my lady's Trans-Am
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'mma 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 speeding
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 limit
Thinking strictly about my journey
What I did, still hasn't hit me
I touch down in the Chi
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 TV
And believe me
I know that I'm still on the run
But, I'm happy that this part of
The ghetto way is done because I:

Rat ta tat, rat ta tat, rat ta tat
Tatta rat ta ta tatta to make his blood
Splatter

Woah wa da da dang, wa da da da dang
Listen to my nine millimeter go bang
(Go-o bang)

Wa da da dang, wa da da da dang
Listen to my nine millimeter go bang

Yo, it's kind of hard to live with what I did
Because 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've blasted me too
Besides, everybody's mamma cry sometime
And you know everyone got to die sometime
And grandma said I had a cousin in
Minnesota, that I ain't even know about
You 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 pay
But whoever shot my cousin
Sure wet up that po' bastard
Because 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
Stared at my cousin on that program
And I couldn't even speak
That's the kid that I shot last week

Woah wa da da dang, wa da da da dang
Listen to my nine millimeter go bang
(Go-o bang) wa da da dang, wa da da da dang
Listen to my nine millimeter go bang

Rat ta tat, rat ta tat, rat ta tat
Tatta rat ta ta tatta to make his blood
Splatter