[Intro: Dom Pachino] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, it's rap and hoes, right here Uh, yo, here it is, yo, aiyo, aiyo
[Chorus 4X: Dom Pachino] I, love, rap and hoes A nickel plated nine and jukebox, baby
[Dom Pachino] Aiyo, my nine got a mind of it's own, I don't knock him He lick like lollypop shots, I don't cock 'em He spray like anyway, he don't play He don't display, where we come, you get laid Lay the fuck out, straight up and down, ain't been announced Come through, work by the ounce Fuck it, chop it up, jakes wanna lock it up Rock it in a truck, my niggas spark it up Shit, darken up, yo, shit, darken up Shit darken up, to the point where you can't see You fucking with the Terrorist, you fucking with the Army Dirty, Saddam laundry, thugs, they can't harm me Cuz I'm in for life, Terrorist put the muthafuckin' cannon in your wife Shit, darken up, shit, darken up Yo, this shit is crazy right there...
