Nine to Yo Dome lyrics

[Intro: Buckshot & Michael Wright]
Nine to your, nine to your—
Nine to your, nine to your—
Nine to your dome, ho
Nine to your dome, ho
Nine to your, nine to your—
To all the motherf*ckin' kids they understand of this: Nine motherf*ckin' millimeter
This is the flavor that they savor up here, neighbor

[Chorus: Buckshot]
Nine to your dome, ho, what you gonna do, b*tch?
Nine to your dome, what-what-what you gonna do, b*tch?
Nine to your dome, ho, what you gonna do, b*tch?
Nine to your dome, what you-what you gonna do, b*tch?
Nine to your dome, ho, what you gonna do, b*tch?
Nine to your dome, what-what-what you gonna do, b*tch?
Nine to your dome, ho, what you gonna do, b*tch?
Nine to your dome, what you-what you gonna do, b*tch?

[Verse 1: Project Pat]
The motherf*ckin' south is in the house for the 9-4
Memphis n*ggas, n*gga, and we killers who gon' run the floor
One of you hoes step, one of you hoes gonna die, b*tch
Ain't no thang, simple and plain, bang in your eye, b*tch
Tricky type ass n*ggas always wanna flex they nuts
But they gonna get f*cked with this nine stuck up they butt
Unload this whole damn clip up in your as*h*le
Nah, it's too late to squash that sh*t, I'm gonna blast, ho
f*ck the Five-O, and the motherf*ckin' jump and grab
Searchin' a real n*gga in his draws, like they ass a fag
Get your god damn hands up off a real one
Just before I make you feel the bullets from my steel, some
Pig ass cop think I'm playin', but I'm from the hood
North Memphis, ho, yeah, rank it, b*tch, Hollywood
Ready and prepared, that's to execute you with my tone
What you gonna do when my nine chrome's at your dome?
b*tches
[Chorus: Buckshot]
Nine to your dome, ho, what you gonna do, b*tch?
Nine to your dome, what-what-what you gonna do, b*tch?
Nine to your dome, ho, what you gonna do, b*tch?
Nine to your dome, what you-what you gonna do, b*tch?
Nine to your dome, ho, what you gonna do, b*tch?
Nine to your dome, what-what-what you gonna do, b*tch?
Nine to your dome, ho, what you gonna do, b*tch?
Nine to your dome, what you-what you gonna do, b*tch?

[Verse 2: Project Pat]
Nine motherf*ckin' millimeter, ain't no tradin', ho
This some real sh*t, street sh*t, lettin' these suckers know
If your ass step, go ahead, make me pull the trigger
f*ckin' with me, dog, you gon' make me catch a charge, n*gga
Figure out a way with these hollow point copper tips
Slip, trip, c*ck back, quick, then I shoot a b*tch
Ain't no damn f*ckin' around, thirteen rounds at your head
Aim point blank at your face, makin' sure you're dead
Headed to my motherf*ckin' ride, ditchin' evidence
Mask off, Locs on, headed to my residence
Consequences, they occur when you talkin' smack
Thinkin' you the big man, but you better watch your back
Rat-a-tat-tat, with the sound of the TEC-9
Take this, trick, b*tch ass n*gga tryin' to take mine
Oh, nah, man, ain't t gonna take yours, man, know I'm sayin'?
Ain't nothin' like that, dog, you know I'm sayin'?
Nine to your f*ckin' dome, b*tch
[Chorus: Buckshot]
Nine to your dome, ho, what you gonna do, b*tch?
Nine to your dome, what-what-what you gonna do, b*tch?
Nine to your dome, ho, what you gonna do, b*tch?
Nine to your dome, what you-what you gonna do, b*tch?
Nine to your dome, ho, what you gonna do, b*tch?
Nine to your dome, what-what-what you gonna do, b*tch?
Nine to your dome, ho, what you gonna do, b*tch?
Nine to your dome, what you, what you gonna do, b*tch?