Mr Millimeter Lyrics

Mr Millimeter lyrics

Mr. Millimeter 17 shot clip
In your vest or your coat in your trunk or your
hip
On your way to your spot
With your Tech or your Glock
Extra clip
in your sock
Young niggas got to get paid get laid
Fucking with the Get
Low suckas wanna get sprayed
Cuz in the nine trey niggas ain't having
that
With some Macs and some vests and some fat sacks
Of the dank better
yet of the dojah
Some from the shoulders some from the holsters
Myself I
prefer from the shoulders
Cuz a young buck throwin em boulders
Bing bing
to the chin
Once again to the store for some gin
But you didn't get a
chance to cock em
You bought two clips but you didn't get to pop em
Then
the Bigga Figga beat you to the straw
A 9 Millimeter is what you need and
what you saw
And that was the end of the story
No more gafflin and no
more glory
You got to get respect to survive
And if you don't get respect
then you die
And that was the way that it went, shit
Now I'm mad like a
pit I give it up

(chorus)
Fuckin with these niggas you better have
your gat, Rat-a-tat,
Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat-tat
Niggas on a mission you
better stay strapped,
Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat-tat

Niggas in
ninety-two and ninety-three who you foolin
JT the Bigga Figga, I'm straight
schoolin
That ass, I'll take you to class without a pass
And mashin and
dashin, get the motherfuckin cash
You're broke, you're busted, you can't be
trusted
See the janitor cuz you need to be dusted
I flip that ass like I
flip the track
Break to the house get the two clips for the Mac
Cuz nigga
gots to have it when niggas start static
To get to the spot and get the fully
automatic
Cuz niggas carry Glocks, and niggas carry
thirty-eights
Forty-fives, nine Millimeters and an AK
Strapped in the
trunk right next to the punk
Cuz a young punk try to start some funk
God
damn it it's on, dust off the chrome
Jump in the bucket with the mothafuckin
dome
Now they don't understand why we went major
Called D-Moe on the
Motorola pager (beeping)
He said JT I heard they tried to spray ya
Nigga
D-Moe man you know they can't fade us
When a nigga said that Seff at the
spot
And tell him to bring a Tommy and a mothafuckin Glock
And nigga
don't forget when you mothafuckin hear that
Give him some of this and some
of that I give it up

(chorus)