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Verse 1
Give me that nine, that clip
Ain't no talking to my 9, cause b*tch I'm bout to sop you up
Twist the cap back, put one up in the chamber
Your life in danger, I'm busting caps upon a total stranger
Better believe I be creeping
Detectives wonder how I hit your house and the rest of the block,
they still sleeping
Straps all in your window, puffing up on some endo
Surprise, surpise, nigg* look at what you in for
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Only if my 9 could talk
Only if my 9 could talk
Don't, don't, don't leave no witnesses to this homicide
O-o-o only if my 9 could talk
Only if my 9 could talk
Don't, don't, don't leave no witnesses to this homicide
Verse 2
Now imagine me slipping up on my murder gloves
Now imagine me got a 9 with a silencer and I'm in a bout it club
I want soda cause be snitching
I put blood up on his Polo, gots him screaming like girls
Now it's gonna be, kinda like, hard to see me
Disappear like a genie
When I reappear, nigg* you see nothing but my beam
And I'm gonna hits that nigg* for one mill
These shots I pop, he drops, and uh, that's like a done deal
You could consider that nigg* a disaster area
Call his mom for a black dress
consult his family members to be the pallbearers
You fks with mine, I'ma leave that nigg* shaking
Flatline, CPR, I don't think that nigg* made it
Chorus
Verse 3
Some call it murder, I call it 1-87
Some call it robbery, b*tch, I call it 2-11
See, hand me that duffle bag full of hot guns
First nigg* runs up, guns up, that head gonna catch some hot ones
I run this s**t like the White House
You like some white out
Tonight's the night, it's getting dark, b*tch it's lights out
When I shoot, I'm never gonna miss
17 in my spot, 17 in my gloc, 17 I'm gonna hit
I be a specialist like Sharon Stone
A bad boy like Al Capone
An assassin like Sylvester Stallone
Only if you could live, but you ain't
Only if my 9 could talk, but it can't
Chorus
Don't leave no witnesses to this homicide
repeat Chorus