NEFARIOUS - Use Yo Nina lyrics

[Verse 1]

When you hop out your car you need to grab yo nine milameter

To drop some hot bunts

Hollow point your pusley poppin drop one

I dont got them blanks I got them hollow bullet tips

To have your brain hangin out when a nine milameter kicks

A killa type nigga need to strap the blast so quik you know

The kinda strap that hits you when you wearin you different show

I dont need no terminator huntin me like Sarah Connors

So when its time to ride I load up the nine and do the honors

Im killin all substitues we aint in the same game

I use that nina you call it nine but its the same thing

I aint no cat so nine lives I dont got

But I got my homies them four niggas from the G-block

And when they come they aint gonna bring no duece duece

Four nine milameter packin mother-fuckas yellin shoot

Sombody gonna be slippin, shot shittin in his draws

If he dead he dead it aint my buisness fool its yours

I just tell em' mista lovin the main orjon

Dont be cryin now nigga be slick tryin to mob

You wasnt cryin when you shot me with your duece duece

I didnt die so know its time to pay the pipa-poo

Its a personal vandetta, yah I gotta grudge

We home court the streets and im the motha-fuckin judge

Im gonna was your ass like downy

I sentance you to jail with no bail be hells the motha-fuckin county Nigga

[Hook]

To the homies from the hood

Better use yo nina cause your deuce deuce aint no good

Little Ba-a-te Little Ba-a-te-a-te (Hey)

Listen to my nine milameter go BANG!

[Verse 2]

They call me X-Raided Loc and you better remeber this

Im married to my gage but my nine is my main bitch

I keep it with me twenty-four seven aroung the fuckin clock

I love my nine my nigga I put that on the block

But i dont like them glocks cause they gain nothin but plastic

And its nothin in your hand everytime you blast it

One day its gonna jam up and blow up in your face

Then that nigga just shootin and its nice to get away

So let me take it from the L-O-C straight killa

If you out to do some dirty pack a nina nine-mila

Casue aint no second in this game we call life

Sac-town city south side nothing nice

In October Halloween just past

Fools kickin down doors wearin X-man masks

Aint a trick-or-treat so what the fuck you gonna do

Only strap in the house is a duece duece

You made that same movement shot him in his chest

Your lil' pea shooter couldnt fuck with his vest

The nigga shot you back you damn there died

Fell to the ground tears commin to your eyes

With a hot sensation burnin in your stomach

Layin on your back chokin bomb

Let them niggas took your safe,scratch,money,and all your jewels

All of your dope and your lil' ass twenty-two

[Hook]

To the niggas from the hood

Better use your nina cause that duece duece aint not good

Litte Ba-a-te Little Ba-a-te-a-te (Hey)

Listen to my nine milameter go BANG!

[Verse 3]

I got to have a nina cause in the ninties fools be stressin

It could be a code tops or rugger n' smith n' wessin

As long as its a nine elevan holdin sixteen in the clip we cool

But if you pack in it anything less you slippin fool

Cause when you rip with penny you rip with path

So you gotsta have to artilary to take a motha-fucka down

But dont get me wrong though it aint gotta ne a nine that u select (No)

A fourty-four will put your ass through the back door

On the channel three ten o'clock news

Check for tha-a-that when I get like that

My tech be sprayin up a niggas sac

My tech could be a nine to

Or I could go oldschool on you motha-fuckas with a nine oozy

You know I cant be choosy with my chrome

Cause when we fuckin on blast with the first thing I get my hands on

And that could be one of them lil' 0-two shot dilingers

Cock it back and blast, put two little holes in a nigga

Better give me time to settle dizown

Go and the homies to come back with some of that shit

Thats know for tearin up you tizown

Spray the hood up to get ghosts like beetlejuice

And I didnt use no twenty-two

[Hook]

The the homies from the hood

Better use your nina cause that duece duece aint not good

Litte Ba-a-te Little Ba-a-te-a-te (Hey)

Listen to my nine milameter go BANG!

Litte Ba-a-te Little Ba-a-te-a-te (Hey)

Listen to my nine my nine milameter go BANG BANG BANG!

Little ba-a-te Little ba-a-te-te-a-te (Hey)

Listen to my nine milameter BANG BANG BANG BANG!