Three 6 Mafia

Three 6 Mafia - Nine To Yo Dome lyrics

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Nine to your
 Nine to your
 Nine to your
 Nine to your dome hoe
 Nine to your dome hoe
 Nine to your
 Nine to your
 Nine to your
 Nine to your
 Nine to your
 Nine to your

 [Chorus]
 Nine to your dome hoe whatcha gonna do bitch
 Nine to your dome whatcha whatcha gona do bitch
 Nine to your dome hoe whatcha gonna do bitch
 Nine to your dome whatcha whatcha gona do bitch
 Nine to your dome hoe whatcha gonna do bitch
 Nine to your dome whatcha whatcha gona do bitch
 Nine to your dome hoe whatcha gonna do bitch
 Nine to your dome whatcha whatcha gona do bitch

 The motherfuckin south is in the house foe the nine fo
 Memphis niggaz, nigga and we killas who gon run the floor
 One of you hoes step
 One of you hoes gonna die bitch
 Aint no thang
 Civil and plain bang
 In your eye bitch
 Tricky type ass niggaz
 Always wanna flex they nuts
 But they gonna get fucked
 With this nine
 Stuck up they butt
 Unload this whole damn clip up in your ass hoe
 Naw, its to late to squash the shit
 I'm gonna blast hoe
 Fuck the five O
 And the motherfuckin jumpin grass
 Searching a real nigga in his draws
 Like they ass a fag
 Get yo god damn hands of a real one
 Just before I make you feel the bullets from my steal some
 Big ass cop think I'm playin
 But I'm from tha hood
 North Memphis hoe
 Yeah rank it bitch Hollywood
 Ready and prepared
 That's the exit que to
 With my tone
 Whatcha gonna do
 When my nine crones at your dome
 Bitches

 [Chorus]

 Nine motherfuckin millimeter
 Aint no tradin hoe
 This some real shit
 Street shit
 Lettin sucker know
 If yo ass step
 Go head make me pull the triger
 Fuckin with me dawg
 You gonna make me catch a charge nigga
 Figga out a way
 With these holla points (?) tips
 Slip, trip, cock back, quick
 Then I shoot a bitch
 Aint no damn fuckin around
 13 rounds at your head
 Aim point blank
 At your face
 Makin sure your dead
 Headed to my motherfuckn ride
 Dichin evidence
 Mask on, lotces on
 Headed to my residence
 Consequences
 They accur when you talkin smack
 Thinkin you the big man
 But you betta watch your back
 Rat tat tat tat
 With the sound of the tech nine
 Take this trick bitch ass nigga tryin to take mine
 (Oh naw man I aint gonna take yours)
 (Aint nothing like that dog you know what I'm sayin)
 Nine to yo fuckin dome bitch

 [Chorus - Till fade
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Publisher: Smoked Out Music

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Released in: 1999

Language: English

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