If My 9 Could Talk Lyrics - The Shocker - Silkk The Shocker

SILKK THE SHOCKER LYRICS 

"If My 9 Could Talk" 

Give me that nine, that clip 

Ain't no talking to my 9, 'cause bitch I'm bout to sop you up 

Twist the cap back, put one up in the chamber 

Your life in danger, I'm busting caps upon a total stranger 

Better believe I be creeping 

Detectives wonder how I hit your house and the rest of the block, 

they still sleeping 

Straps all in your window, puffing up on some endo 

Surprise, surpise, nigga look at what you in for 

Only if my 9 could talk 

Only if my 9 could talk 

Don't, don't, don't leave no witnesses to this homicide 

O-o-o only if my 9 could talk 

Only if my 9 could talk 

Don't, don't, don't leave no witnesses to this homicide 

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Now imagine me slipping up on my murder gloves 

Now imagine me got a 9 with a silencer and I'm in a bout it club 

I want soda 'cause niggas be snitching 

I put blood up on his Polo, gots him screaming like bitches 

Now it's gonna be, kinda like, hard to see me 

Disappear like a genie 

When I reappear, nigga you see nothing but my beam 

And I'm gonna hits that nigga for one mill 

These shots I pop, he drops, and uh, that's like a done deal 

You could consider that nigga a disaster area 

Call his mom for a black dress 

consult his family members to be the pallbearers 

You fucks with mine, I'ma leave that nigga shaking 

Flatline, CPR, I don't think that nigga made it 

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Some call it murder, I call it 1-87 

Some call it robbery, bitch, I call it 2-11 

See, hand me that duffle bag full of hot guns 

First nigga runs up, guns up, that head gonna catch some hot ones 

I run this shit like the White House 

You like some white out 

Tonight's the night, it's getting dark, bitch it's lights out 

When I shoot, I'm never gonna miss 

17 in my spot, 17 in my gloc, 17 niggas I'm gonna hit 

I be a specialist like Sharon Stone 

A bad boy like Al Capone 

An assassin like Sylvester Stallone 

Only if you could live, but you ain't 

Only if my 9 could talk, but it can't 

Don't leave no witnesses to this homicide 

(repeat)