[Verse 1: Skinny Pimp]

One n***a tried to cross me out over a funky bitch
Two of my other bitches, finna put 'em in a clique
Three different hoes running games while he's drinking brew
Four drops of visine, nighty night, damn fool
Five minutes later he was riding in my fucking trunk
Six different rivers in my mind, which one shall i dump
Seven members of his family still tryna find his ass
Eight kinda late so i better skip to number nine
Na na nana na, (ya'll know the fuckin' time)

[Hook]
Load the 9, yo it's time, to put some suckas in line (x8)


[Verse 2]

(a!) al capone my n***a that's insane
(b!) better watch ya'll back because we robbing mane
(c!) creeping on a sucka with a sawed-off
(d!) dogging out these hoes like jerry lawler
(e!) easily approaching to the onion
(f!) firing up the bud, it's some scunion
(g!) grippin' on the nine-ninety-nana
(h!) happily trigga finger make me do a crime
(i!) i could be the n***a that you love to hate
(j!) jacking a sucka to death we call it meditating
(k!) keepin' on the locs to make it real dark
(l!) living ass out make me wanna rob
(m!) macking to these hoes like the skinny pimp
(n!) nine millimeter slipping off my hip
(o!) opp, (opp) hell nah fuck that P
(p!) pimping ain't dead it's the hoes scared
(q!) quiet while i load up my weapon
(r!) riding thru your neighborhood spraying
(s!) sleepy when the onion in my brain
(p!) the polices, they don't know my real name
(u!) u might be that n***a that'll fuck with me
(v!) victim of a homicide in the first degree
(w!) woodlawn n***as go clowning
(x!) execute these suckas while they smiling
(y!) ya'll heard the skinny pimp loud and clear
(z!) zipping up my lips because i'm outta here...
PEACE