Three 6 Mafia - Nine To Yo Dome lyrics

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Nine to your

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

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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

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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