50 Cent — 9 Shots lyrics

The page contains the lyrics of the song "9 Shots" by 50 Cent.

Lyrics

Fifty, fifty
Fifty, fifty
Fifty, fifty
Ferrari, Ferrari
Ferrari, Ferrari
Ferrari, Ferrari
Shooter, shooter
Shooter, shooter
I was innocent then, I ain’t do no wrong
She said, «you mommy little man,» I said, «yep, uh huh»
She was everything to me, when she came, I just lit up Sunday morning I was so sharp, all did up It was welfare hustlin', they killed her for that
The first shot, bullet wound in my back
I’m fucked up, look at my sneakers, I’m fucked up Now I’m on my own, mommy gone
Sam said, «you a young boy, why your clothes look so old?
You don’t need fish, little nigga, you need a pole
You don’t need no new kicks, you need an O»
Chop that, bag it, get right back at it That touched me, it hit me in my heart
I’m a hustler, homie, you was giving me my start
I am what I am, Sabrina’s only baby
Practicing in the mirror, pulling out my .380
Oh man, I fucked up nana gon' kill me Whenever shit can go wrong it always will
See, seven grams of cocaine, three grams of dope
Saint Mary medallion hanging from my rope
Try to punk me and my gun smoke
Look, I’m outta control, my gun go Off like it’s legal, call the cops, you need to Give 'em my description, I ain’t bullshittin'
My high school sweetheart love didn’t last long
Niggas start flashing that bread and she was gone
That hurt me like the bullet in my calf then
My next girl was a pain in the ass
I got two shots left, in case niggas try to get me That’s nine shots, we just call it fifty
Mama said the Lord gon' bless us Mama said, mama said
Mama said the Lord gon' bless us The landlord stress us Mama said the Lord gon' bless us Mama said, mama said
Mama said the Lord gon' bless us The dope or the food stamps or the shit couldn’t kill us Mama said the Lord gon' bless us That’s what mama said, that’s what mama said