Nine 2 Yo Skull lyrics

[Verse 1: Jesse James]
Nine to your f*ckin' skull, a .380 to your back, a deuce-deuce between your legs, and now your ass handicapped
I told you [?] gas, that you can't f*ck with this
I catch your ass slippin', b*tch, it's gon' be a murder quick
Im down with Ten Wanted Mens, I'm vampin' up off the scene
I'm poppin' them Glocks and hoes, now I'm ballin' real clean
These n*ggas be talkin' trash, you know you can't stay alive
I put the nine to your head, you know that it's time to die

[Chorus: 8Ball, Lord Infamous & DJ Paul]
c*ck my motherf*ckin' gun, hey, punk
Too late now, trick, already—
c*ck my motherf*ckin' gun, hey, punk
My Glock make this sound, when I buck down clowns
c*ck my motherf*ckin' gun, hey, punk
Too late now, trick, already—
c*ck my motherf*ckin' gun, hеy, punk
My Glock make this sound, when I buck down clowns

[Verse 2: Haylo]
My crazy and stupid fools, who think you can step to this
I hit likе Mike Tyson, mane, so get your ass off my di*k
A n*gga like throwin' V's, do don't even try to trip
Your f*ckin' with Ten Wanted Mens, your ass gon' get pistol whipped
My money's like gettin' low, a n*gga like buyin' sh*t, then put on a ski mask and rob, rich, rich
My eyes are bloodshot red, the money's like in my head
This Glock I got packin' weight, mane, it'll make you scared
You stayed you did not run, I think you the bravest one, your filthy ass talk alot, I might just cut your tounge
You scared, you scared, ho? Don't punk out on me now
Givin' me money will make my ends for lay you down
A shot to your f*ckin' mouth, straight through your f*ckin', head
Here we go again, mane, now you just in the med
Haylo is 'bout comin' hard, I tell you, I show no love
You f*ckin' with Ten Wanted Mens, a nine to your f*ckin' skull
[Chorus: 8Ball, Lord Infamous & DJ Paul]
c*ck my motherf*ckin' gun, hey, punk
Too late now, trick, already—
c*ck my motherf*ckin' gun, hey, punk
My Glock make this sound, when I buck down clowns
c*ck my motherf*ckin' gun, hey, punk
Too late now, trick, already—
c*ck my motherf*ckin' gun, hey, punk
My Glock make this sound, when I buck down clowns

[Verse 3: Princess Loko]
Gangster b*tch, flowin' and showin' you busters don't come in correct to a Four Corner n*gga
Nine to your skull as I'm showin' no love for the b*tches and snitches, Loko pullin' triggers
Don't perpetrate, imitate, man, I'ma regulate Cowards, these lemons gon' stick with they kind
Can't have a sucker no punk motherf*ckers
Loko can't be goin', forever 'bout my mine
Physcopath, lunatic, quick to click on a b*tch
Killers and n*ggas that don't give a f*ck
Grab my tool tightly, don't let it go slightly, I got a big clizzit you n*ggas can suck
National gangsters don't f*ck with no princess, I'm dumpin' these lemon lames down in the trash
Ho, that you told just let me unload so I can commence to whoopin' your ass
Devious pimpin', I'm low down mischevious, catchin' 'em slippin' off grippin' the tone
Packin' artillerly, catchin' and crossin' now on my set, so, n*gga, it's on
Wanna be makin' me gonna be takin' me to a new level, so stay the f*ck back
Learn a few lessons, this pimpin' I'm stressin', so flakers and traitors just stay off my set
[Chorus: 8Ball, Lord Infamous & DJ Paul]
c*ck my motherf*ckin' gun, hey, punk
Too late now, trick, already—
c*ck my motherf*ckin' gun, hey, punk
My Glock make this sound, when I buck down clowns
c*ck my motherf*ckin' gun, hey, punk
Too late now, trick, already—
c*ck my motherf*ckin' gun, hey, punk
My Glock make this sound, when I buck down clowns
c*ck my motherf*ckin' gun, hey, punk
Too late now, trick, already—
c*ck my motherf*ckin' gun, hey, punk
My Glock make this sound, when I buck down clowns 

[Outro: 8Ball]
c*ck my motherf*ckin' gun
c*ck my motherf*ckin' gun
c*ck my motherf*ckin' gun
c*ck my motherf*ckin' gun, hey, punk