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lirik lagu pop goes my nine – tru

chorus x2 (silkk & mo b d-ck)

pop, pop, pop, pop goes my nine (tru n-gg-s ride dirty an stay strapped)
every time i think about the times you did me wrong (pop goes the nine)

verse 1 (silkk)

see me an my click
we be hoppin outta range rover
everyday taz test,sober
fightin fellon convictions, barely missin angola
on the run, it’s h-ll
fresh outta jail
that’s no life, carry me a nine, cops chase away the 4-5
my girl ask me why i carry the nine, with the clip in
i said n-gg-s blast me if they catch a n-gg- slippin
yall trippin
yall gave my hommie 25 with a “l”
but the n-gg- that killed my cousin, yall let that n-gg- out on bail
so i say, f-ck this
and i hit the corner on the streets
keep my nine up on the seat
and hold my nine like a g
cuz i’ma hustle ’til i fall
i’ma have it all ball
f-ck them n-gg-s i have nine up in my draws
no time to pause, as i smash off in the dust like what
keep my nine, cuz it’s the only thing i can trust
an every since ice cube said, it’s really been a trip
i’d rather be
judged by 12 than be carried by 6. that’s why its…

chorus x2

verse 2 (master p)

picture me rollin, rest in peace pac
i’m ridin in my 500 s-e-l strapped with my plastic glock
me an my b-tch, we be h-lla tight
fit in the palm of my hand
but i ain’ t trustin a n-gg- tonight
i ain’t walkin out the door unless i got my b-tch
my american express, n-gg-, this will be it
seven-teen kids to tag along
hollow tips, black jack, call me al capone
but i’m dirty like harry
i keep a 9 millimeter cuz i ain’t gettin buried
my glock be special like ed
all yall n-gg- ain’t strapped
might end up in the body-bag…

chorus x2

verse 3 (kane & abel)

pop, pop, goes the ruger out the lexus landcruiser
best of slow ya roll hoe
‘fore i put some holes through ya
boo-yah, my fifty calliber got n-gg-s runnin back to africa
b-tch banged up my p-ssport so i’m swervin in my acura
grabbin on my d-ck
smokin the sh-t
momma kicked me out the house
i smack that b-tch
now i’m skandelous and rich
mia-x said we got it tweekin
them n-gg-s tweekin
no limit got some gangsta sh-t for the mexicans and puerto ricans
new york to l.a., miami to atlanta
black talons from my nine got them dancing the macereé¦»
little kids in my hood slang dope an talk sh-t
by some violence, brah
p-ss the silencer, pop that b-tch…
i’m in my navy blue beamer suckin on weed
holdin the streets
as we brain off that vodka
we’re still in the n-gg- chopper
gun slangin with p-ssy juice on my trigger finger
its kane an abel, now who da b-tch-made n-gg- banger…

[chorus x 2]

[master p]

check it out playa
n-gg- gotta protect ya motha-f-ckin self fa the 9-skrilla
n-gg- ya need to grab ya motha-f-ckin nine ‘fore ya grab ya shoes
cuz n-gg- only got 1 life to lose
an a n-gg- gotta protect his own, playa
n-gg-, live eye 4 an eye that’s how tru n-gg-s live
an if yall real bout the situation
n-gg-, trust no m-th–f-ckin body
let cha m-th–f-ckin gun be ya friend, n-gg-
cuz ya enemy might be right next to you.huh, remember that playa…
pop-pop goes the nine, n-gg-
but tru n-gg-s ride dirty an stay strapped
an we bout it

[chorus fades]

- tru

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