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[Verse 1] First thangs first I'ma spit some gangsta shit bout my Ruger 9 Bitch ass niggaz ya know its best that ya stay in line First name Ruger wit the last name Nina A bitch like this could never carry no Misdemenor If you want some static just run ya bitch ass up Ya ass is fine as deceased so shut the fuck on up Mr., Mr. Ivan the dangerous mother fucker Slingin his love with the Louisville slugger Led in my clip so run fa cover you cock roaches Blast on that ass with the quickness, leave my chamber smokin' Leavin a mother fucker bleedin to death She aint never leavin my heart cause she one trusted bitch Brrrrrbadeeeep shit my Ruger bustin them shots mayne She's real as a fuck and im like motha fuck a gut mayne Point blank range my gun get wild like a drunky G You'll be like a bitch if you eva try to fuck with me Its best ya stay ya bitch ass in line I got love for my black bitch nigga... My Ruger 9 [Hook] First thing thats comin in to my mind that I got to get my mother fuckin Ruger 9'n (ruger 9 nigga) First thing thats comin in to my mind that I got to get my mother fuckin Ruger 9'n (I gots to have it Daddy) Letras de canciones[Verse 2] The first day I seen my bitch I fell in love nigga I got hot the second my finga pulled the trigga My first nut came when i killed my first victim His body fell face first when the hollow hit him, huh See I aint shocked because my Ruger's my popper jack But niggaz talk shit but watch how many nigga I subtract The block is MINE when i pull out my Ruger 9 Police cant harrass me, I got papers you know its mine Shot after shot so take heed when I start to blast Nuttin gon stop me from puttin these points in ya bitch ass I would carry my Ruger 9 in a nightmare Got a hollow tip straight to your back I could tell your scared Fuck it I'm about to pull my shit and go the blastin' I'm usin my Ruger the second I go to Jackin I have no love for no bitch but my nina And if ya caught stuntin and frontin shit well I'ma shoot ya, huh There aint no runnin from a slug My Ruger has no love for a nigga have you drownin in ya own gut I have you waitin on the trigga You cant seperate me and my shiny black bitch, nigga [Hook] [Verse 3] I dont need no bitch as long as i gots my nina My Ruger fit perfect with the trigga happy finga Bullets gon be spittin with alota speed I'm bustin a cap inside yo chest with the hollow makin niggaz bleed I go the laughin from the time i hear my Ruger bust You shoulda ducked cause now ya ass is stuck up in the dark bleedin to death Who is they rep? They shouldnt a step Movin crowds cant fuck with my Ruger take ya last breath Its best you watch my Ruger 9 when I lose control blowin Holes in ya chest about the size of a sewer hole There aint no gettin up from that shit in the mornin nigga Cause layin that nina down and then I'm doin 12 killings A Ruger slug droppin low like Hiroshima Blast on that ass with the quickness with my girl Nina Ya step wrong then that ass mine A 9th WARD mother fucker with the GAT, My Ruger 9 [Hook] First thing thats comin in to my mind that I got to get my mother fuckin Ruger 9'n (ruger 9 nigga) First thing thats comin in to my mind that I got to get my mother fuckin Ruger 9'n (I gots to have it Daddy) First thing thats comin in to my mind that I got to get my mother fuckin Ruger 9'n (ruger 9 nigga) First thing thats comin in to my mind that I got to get my mother fuckin Ruger 9 (let me get that out ya) MOTHA FUCCA [Ivan Talkin] Yeah, that shit go out to my niggaz in that Cash Money clique If a nigga fuck wit that there I'ma have to blast they ass with that mother fuckin ruger 9, huh My nigga Coke-bag in this motha fucca, Tre, My nigga Tec-9 My nigga Kilo, my nigga Jay back here Suga Slim, my nigga Baby and all the resta yall Peace to my nigga Pimp Daddy cause he was blastin on yall ass from the get-go nigga Shoutz go out to that mighty motha fuckin 9th ward, huh I-Ya'll got my back round the street, and fuck the rest of it nigga... From Letras Mania