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[Verse 1: JT Money] Here we go and it's on, time to take the chrome to the dome Niggas see the black Bronze, so they think the jack's on But little do they know I don't sleep Peep out my rear view, waitin' for they ass to creep They fall deep in the bucket I got a chance to buck it, think I should? Nah, fuck it! Don't feel like dippin' Got the heat on the seat with the 40-round clip in Plus, I'm in the mood to trip Keep my hands on my shit in case niggas flip the script One nigga stepped, another nigga crept Let off the tech, put both they ass in check Pussy-niggas can't hang out They jumped out they shit, I blow they motherfuckin' brains out Them niggas hit the Lotto Changed the clip, turned 'round and sprayed up the auto Hit the driver, and the passenger Niggas dyin' like a motherfuckin' massacre I ain't goin' out like a sucka Rather go out cleanin' clips in motherfuckers Niggas had to die Tryin' to get fly, plus they blew my high That's why you gotta keep your strap on 'Cause niggas get capped on, this ain't no rap song! So any nigga that wanna run up on me, Letras de cancionesI got a new gat I wanna test out, homies You won't catch me sleepin' It's 9-3, shit's thick, and I'm peepin'! [Verse 2: JT Money] Let's take a trip down to Hooterville, get our buddha reel Nigga acts up, get a slug to the grill Shit is ill in the 9-3 season Niggas is squallin' out for whatever reason I don't know if they're puttin' somethin' in our food Makin' us act this way, 'cause everybody got an attitude Can't go nowhere without bein' strapped Step from the back, you just might get capped And that goes for niggas AND crackers How the fuck you gon' try to jack a jacker? See, I don't sleep Got a pump in the trunk that'll blow you into next week Talkin' 'bout runnin' up on me Naw, homie, y'don't know me Like my man Fresh would say, he gon' expire I ain't got shit for a nigga but rapid fire Niggas can't step to a bet You gotta step to an AK, a pump AND a tech Not to mention my nigga named ... U-wop, Big Ram and Trigga and them Beat Street changed game to ??? All strapped, so niggas wussup! Wussup, yep! We ain't talkin' 'bout peace Wanna front, we can go to war like the middle east Better sleep with your finger on the trigger If you don't you's another dead nigga Can't catch me sleepin' It's 9-3, shit's thick, and I'm peepin'! [Verse 3: JT Money] Rufftown's in effect, niggas know the set so they don't step ??? in the vest, plus niggas know the rep So don't sleep on the gun skill One nigga acts up, his whole squad's gettin' killed That's how we do it 'round my way Niggas get blast on from Friday to Friday Every day of the week You gotta have a gun and a vest to be on the street Niggas say I be trippin' But them the same motherfuckers who get caught out there slippin' Tell the niggas, don't sleep Shit is creep, and you gots to be deep And since they made it hard To sell dope, everybody out to rob I can't get caught sleepin' It's 9-3, shit's thick, and I'm peepin'! From Letras Mania