Nine To Yo Dome Lyrics - Underground, Vol. 2: Club Memphis Underground - Three 6 Mafia

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 

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(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 their nuts 

But they gonna get fucked 

With this nine 

Stuck up their butt 

Unload this whole damn clip up in your asshole 

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 steel 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 execution 

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 suckers know 

If yo ass step 

Go ahead make me pull the trigger 

Fuckin with me dawg 

You gonna make me catch a charge nigga 

Figure out a way 

With these hollow point copper 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 motherfuckin ride 

Dichin evidence 

Mask on, locs on 

Headed to my residence 

Consequences 

They occur when you talkin smack 

Thinkin you the big man 

But you better watch your back 

Rat-tat-tat-tat 

With the sound of the tec-9 

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