I Got My Nine

It's Black C coming through with the gat blast
 Then I'm locced out behind the mask watching the gut cashing
 I'm greedy, I'm taking it from the needy like a genie
 I'm dissapear in the cut so we can't see me
 My beanie is pulled down so low we can't identify me
 I got 18 reasons case he wanna try me
 I keeps my Glock cocked, I got to keep a mouth prop
 It don't stop, and if the tables turn then I might flip flopped
 Then once again up and down, it's like a bouncing ball
 Is it the end of a soldier just like Mack Mall?
 (Damn) I wanted to be a soldier on the blocc but I'm hot
 I gots to get the fetty before I gets popped
 I got this Cuban on the phone who wanna sell me about two or three keys
 Cause I told him I'd be buyin deep, but oh shit, what if he pulls a lick
 A trick, I gots to grab my shit before I slip
 Now I'm ready, I'm ready to get the goods and go feddy
 And steady holdin' the fucking trigger in case he wet me
 And heavy, I'm totally gon' be bustin out the chevy
 And steady come through bustin like Teddy
 Cause all I wanna do-a-zooma-zum-zum-zum-and-the-boom-boom
 Watchin niggas meet they fucking doom
 And I'll be outey it like that, another day, I'm rollin' em up on the jay
 It's been a long time since I used my nine
 And you got yours, cause I got mine
 I think it's 'bout time for a jack
 Cause it's the Mister C nigga and the nigga nigga Black
 It's been a long time since I used my nine
 You got yours, cause I got mine
 I think it's 'bout time for a jack
 Cause it's the Mister C nigga and the nigga nigga Black