Lyrics Pop Goes My 9 - TRU feat. Kane & Abel

Pop goes the nine
[Chorus: Brian McKnight & (Silkk the Shocker)
Pop, pop, pop, pop goes my nine (True
Niggas ride dirty and stay strapped)
Every time I think about the times
You did me wrong (Pop goes the nine)
Pop, pop, pop, pop goes my nine (True
Niggas ride dirty and stay strapped)
Goes my nine (Pop goes the nine, pop goes the nine)

See me and my clique, we be hoppin out of Range Rovers
Every day passed stayin sober
Fightin felon convictions, barely missin Angola
On the run as hell, fresh out of jail, that's no lie
Carry me a nine, I can throw away the four-five
My judge asked me why I had the nine with the clip in
I said, "Y'all niggas'll blast me if they catch a nigga slippin"
Y'all trippin, y'all gave my homey 25 with a L
But the nigga that killed my cousin, y'all let that nigga out on bail
So I say fuck G's and I's, go corner street
Put my nine up on my seat and hold my nine like a G
'Cause I'mma hustle 'til I fall, I'mma have it all
Ball, fuck them niggas, I'll have my nine up in my drawers
No time to pause when I smash off in the dust like what
Keep my nine 'cause it's the only thing I can trust
And ever since Ice Cube said it, it really been a trip
I'd rather be judged by twelve than be carried by six, that's why it's
[Chorus: Brian McKnight & (Silkk the Shocker)
Pop, pop, pop, pop goes my nine (Pop
Goes my nine, I ain't playin with you)
Every time I think about the times
You did me wrong (Pop goes the nine)
Pop, pop, pop, pop goes my nine (Pop goes the nine)
Goes my nine (True niggas ride dirty, stay strapped)

Picture me rollin, rest in peace Pac
I'm ridin in my 500 SEL strapped with my plastic Glock
I mean my bitch, she be hella tight fit
In the palm of my hand but I ain't trustin a nigga tonight
I ain't walkin out the door 'less I got my bitch
American Express nigga, this'll be it
Seventeen kids that tag along
Hollow tip black jacks, call me Al Capone
But I'm dirty like Harry
I keep a nine millimeter 'cause I ain't gettin buried
My Glock be special like Ed
All y'all niggas ain't strapped
Might end up in a body bag
[Chorus: Brian McKnight & (Silkk the Shocker)
Pop, pop, pop, pop goes my nine (True
Niggas ride dirty and stay strapped)
Every time I think about the times you did me wrong
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop goes my nine
True niggas ride dirty and stay strapped)
Goes my nine (Pop goes the nine, I ain't playin with you)

Pop, pop goes the Ruger off the Lexus Land Cruiser
Best to slow your roll, hoe, 'fore I put some holes through ya
Boo-yah, my .50 caliber got niggas runnin back to Africa
Bitch banged up my passport so I'm swervin in my Acura
Grabbin on my dick, smokin that shit, mama kicked me out the house
I smacked that bitch, now I'm scandalous and rich
Me and ese, we got 'em tweakin, them niggas tweakin
No Limit got some gangsta shit for the Mexicans and Puerto Ricans
New York to L.A., Miami to Atlanta
Black talons from my nine got them dancin to "Macarena"
Little kids in my hood slang dope and talk shit
'Bout some violence, bruh, pass the silencer, pop that bitch
I'm in my navy blue Beamer suckin on weed, holdin a street sweeper
Blow my brain off that vodka but still aim the nigga chopper
It's the gun slanger with pussy juice on my trigger finger
It's Kane and Nate, now who the bitch made nigga bringin?
[Chorus: Brian McKnight & (Silkk the Shocker)
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop goes my nine
True niggas ride dirty and stay strapped)
Every time I think about the times you did me wrong
Pop, pop, pop, pop goes my nine (True
Niggas ride dirty and stay strapped)
Goes my nine (Pop goes the nine, I ain't playin with you)

Check it out, players
Nigga gotta protect his motherfuckin self in the nine scrilla
Nigga, you need to grab your motherfuckin
Nine 'fore you grab your shoes
'Cause a nigga only got one life to lose, huh
And nigga gotta protect his own, player
Nigga live eye for eye, that's how true niggas live
Nigga, y'all real about the situation?
Nigga, trust no-motherfuckin-body
Let your motherfuckin gun be your friend, nigga
'Cause your enemy might be right next to you
Huh, remember that, player
Pop, pop, goes the nine, nigga
But true niggas ride dirty and stay strapped
And we 'bout it
True niggas ride dirty and stay strapped