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ruger #9 - mr. ivan lyrics

{verse 1}
first thangs first i’ma spit some gangsta sh-t bout my ruger 9
b-tch -ss n-ggas ya know its best that ya stay in line
first name ruger wit the last name nina
a b-tch like this could never carry no misdemenor
if you want some static just run ya b-tch -ss up
ya -ss is fine as deceased so shut the f-ck on up
mr., mr. ivan the dangerous mother f-cker
slingin his love with the louisville slugger
led in my clip so run fa cover you c-ck roaches
blast on that -ss with the quickness, leave my chamber smokin’
leavin a mother f-cker bleedin to death
she ain’t never leavin my heart cause she one trusted b-tch
-brrrrrbadeeeep- sh-t my ruger bustin them shots mayne
she’s real as a f-ck and im like motha f-ck a gut mayne
point blank range my gun get wild like a drunky g
you’ll be like a b-tch if you eva try to f-ck with me
its best ya stay ya b-tch -ss in line
i got love for my black b-tch n-gga… my ruger 9

{verse 2}
the first day i seen my b-tch i fell in love n-gga
i got hot the second my finga pulled the trigga
my first nut came when i k!lled my first victim
his body fell face first when the hollow hit him, huh
see i ain’t shocked because my ruger’s my popper jack
but n-ggas talk sh-t but watch how many n-gga i subtract
the block is mine when i pull out my ruger 9
police can’t harr-ss 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 b-tch -ss
i would carry my ruger 9 in a nightmare
got a hollow tip straight to your back i could tell your scared
f-ck it i’m about to pull my sh-t and go the blastin’
i’m usin my ruger the second i go to jackin
i have no love for no b-tch but my nina
and if ya caught stuntin and frontin sh-t well i’ma shoot ya, huh
there ain’t no runnin from a slug
my ruger has no love for a n-gga have you drownin in ya own gut
i have you waitin on the trigga
you can’t seperate me and my shiny black b-tch, n-gga

{hook)

(verse 3}
i dont need no b-tch 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 n-ggas bleed
i go the laughin from the time i hear my ruger bust
you shoulda ducked cause now ya -ss is stuck up in the dark bleedin to death
who is they rep?
they shouldn’t a step
movin crowds can’t f-ck 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 ain’t no gettin up from that sh-t in the mornin n-gga
cause layin that nina down and then i’m doin 12 k!llings
a ruger slug droppin low like hiroshima
blast on that -ss with the quickness with my girl nina
ya step wrong then that -ss mine
a 9th ward mother f-cker with the gat, my ruger 9

{hook}
first thing thats comin in to my mind that
i got to get my mother f-ckin ruger 9’n (ruger 9 n-gga)
first thing thats comin in to my mind that
i got to get my mother f-ckin ruger 9’n (i gots to have it daddy)
first thing thats comin in to my mind that
i got to get my mother f-ckin ruger 9’n (ruger 9 n-gga)
first thing thats comin in to my mind that
i got to get my mother f-ckin ruger 9 (let me get that out ya) motha fucca

{ivan talkin}
yeah, that sh-t go out to my n-ggas in that cash money clique
if a n-gga f-ck wit that there
i’ma have to blast they -ss with that mother f-ckin ruger 9, huh
my n-gga c0ke-bag in this motha fucca, tre, my n-gga tec-9
my n-gga kilo, my n-gga jay back here
suga slim, my n-gga baby and all the resta yall
peace to my n-gga pimp daddy cause he was blastin on yall -ss from the get-go n-gga
shoutz go out to that mighty motha f-ckin 9th ward, huh
i-ya’ll got my back round the street, and f-ck the rest of it n-gga…

- mr ivan lyrics

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