[Verse 1: JT Money]

Here we go and it's on, time to take the chrome to the dome

Niggas see the black Bronze, so they think the jack's on

But little do they know I don't sleep

Peep out my rear view, waitin' for they ass to creep

They fall deep in the bucket

I got a chance to buck it, think I should?  Nah, fuck it!

Don't feel like dippin'

Got the heat on the seat with the 40-round clip in

Plus, I'm in the mood to trip

Keep my hands on my shit in case niggas flip the script

One nigga stepped, another nigga crept

Let off the tech, put both they ass in check

Pussy-niggas can't hang out

They jumped out they shit, I blow they motherfuckin' brains out

Them niggas hit the Lotto

Changed the clip, turned 'round and sprayed up the auto

Hit the driver, and the passenger

Niggas dyin' like a motherfuckin' massacre

I ain't goin' out like a sucka

Rather go out cleanin' clips in motherfuckers

Niggas had to die

Tryin' to get fly, plus they blew my high

That's why you gotta keep your strap on

'Cause niggas get capped on, this ain't no rap song!

So any nigga that wanna run up on me, 

I got a new gat I wanna test out, homies

You won't catch me sleepin'

It's 9-3, shit's thick, and I'm peepin'!



[Verse 2: JT Money]

Let's take a trip down to Hooterville, get our buddha reel

Nigga acts up, get a slug to the grill

Shit is ill in the 9-3 season

Niggas is squallin' out for whatever reason

I don't know if they're puttin' somethin' in our food

Makin' us act this way, 'cause everybody got an attitude

Can't go nowhere without bein' strapped

Step from the back, you just might get capped

And that goes for niggas AND crackers

How the fuck you gon' try to jack a jacker?

See, I don't sleep

Got a pump in the trunk that'll blow you into next week

Talkin' 'bout runnin' up on me

Naw, homie, y'don't know me

Like my man Fresh would say, he gon' expire

I ain't got shit for a nigga but rapid fire

Niggas can't step to a bet

You gotta step to an AK, a pump AND a tech

Not to mention my nigga named ...

U-wop, Big Ram and Trigga and them

Beat Street changed game to ???

All strapped, so niggas wussup!  Wussup, yep!

We ain't talkin' 'bout peace

Wanna front, we can go to war like the middle east

Better sleep with your finger on the trigger

If you don't you's another dead nigga

Can't catch me sleepin'

It's 9-3, shit's thick, and I'm peepin'!



[Verse 3: JT Money]

Rufftown's in effect, niggas know the set so they don't step

??? in the vest, plus niggas know the rep

So don't sleep on the gun skill

One nigga acts up, his whole squad's gettin' killed

That's how we do it 'round my way

Niggas get blast on from Friday to Friday

Every day of the week

You gotta have a gun and a vest to be on the street

Niggas say I be trippin'

But them the same motherfuckers who get caught out there slippin'

Tell the niggas, don't sleep

Shit is creep, and you gots to be deep

And since they made it hard

To sell dope, everybody out to rob

I can't get caught sleepin'

It's 9-3, shit's thick, and I'm peepin'!