Lirik Lagu If My 9 Could Talk - Silkk The Shocker
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[Verse 1]Give me that nine, that clipAin't no talking to my 9, `cause bitch I'm bout to sop you upTwist the cap back, put one up in the chamberYour life in danger, I'm busting caps upon a total strangerBetter believe I be creepingDetectives wonder how I hit your house and the rest of the block,they still sleepingStraps all in your window, puffing up on some endoSurprise, surpise, nigga look at what you in for
[Chorus]Only if my 9 could talkOnly if my 9 could talkDon't, don't, don't leave no witnesses to this homicideO-o-o only if my 9 could talkOnly if my 9 could talkDon't, don't, don't leave no witnesses to this homicide
[Verse 2]Now imagine me slipping up on my murder glovesNow imagine me got a 9 with a silencer and I'm in a bout it clubI want soda `cause niggas be snitchingI put blood up on his Polo, gots him screaming like bitchesNow it's gonna be, kinda like, hard to see meDisappear like a genieWhen I reappear, nigga you see nothing but my beamAnd I'm gonna hits that nigga for one millThese shots I pop, he drops, and uh, that's like a done dealYou could consider that nigga a disaster areaCall his mom for a black dressconsult his family members to be the pallbearersYou fucks with mine, I'ma leave that nigga shakingFlatline, CPR, I don't think that nigga made it
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]Some call it murder, I call it 1-87Some call it robbery, bitch, I call it 2-11See, hand me that duffle bag full of hot gunsFirst nigga runs up, guns up, that head gonna catch some hot onesI run this shit like the White HouseYou like some white outTonight's the night, it's getting dark, bitch it's lights outWhen I shoot, I'm never gonna miss17 in my spot, 17 in my gloc, 17 niggas I'm gonna hitI be a specialist like Sharon StoneA bad boy like Al CaponeAn assassin like Sylvester StalloneOnly if you could live, but you ain'tOnly if my 9 could talk, but it can't
[Chorus]
Don't leave no witnesses to this homicide
[repeat Chorus]
[Chorus]Only if my 9 could talkOnly if my 9 could talkDon't, don't, don't leave no witnesses to this homicideO-o-o only if my 9 could talkOnly if my 9 could talkDon't, don't, don't leave no witnesses to this homicide
[Verse 2]Now imagine me slipping up on my murder glovesNow imagine me got a 9 with a silencer and I'm in a bout it clubI want soda `cause niggas be snitchingI put blood up on his Polo, gots him screaming like bitchesNow it's gonna be, kinda like, hard to see meDisappear like a genieWhen I reappear, nigga you see nothing but my beamAnd I'm gonna hits that nigga for one millThese shots I pop, he drops, and uh, that's like a done dealYou could consider that nigga a disaster areaCall his mom for a black dressconsult his family members to be the pallbearersYou fucks with mine, I'ma leave that nigga shakingFlatline, CPR, I don't think that nigga made it
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]Some call it murder, I call it 1-87Some call it robbery, bitch, I call it 2-11See, hand me that duffle bag full of hot gunsFirst nigga runs up, guns up, that head gonna catch some hot onesI run this shit like the White HouseYou like some white outTonight's the night, it's getting dark, bitch it's lights outWhen I shoot, I'm never gonna miss17 in my spot, 17 in my gloc, 17 niggas I'm gonna hitI be a specialist like Sharon StoneA bad boy like Al CaponeAn assassin like Sylvester StalloneOnly if you could live, but you ain'tOnly if my 9 could talk, but it can't
[Chorus]
Don't leave no witnesses to this homicide
[repeat Chorus]
