Nine To Yo Dome Lyrics by Three 6 Mafia

Nine To Yo Dome Lyrics

    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

    (chorus)
    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

    (chorus)


    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

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