(Verse 1: 211)
One
N***a tried to cross me out over a funky bitch
Two
Of my other bitches finna put him in the click
Three
Different hoes runnin games while hes drinkin brew
Four
Drops of Visine nighty night damn fool
Five
Minutes later he was ridin in my fuckin trunk
Six
Different rivers in my mind, which one shall I dump him
Seven
Members of his family still tryin to find his ass
Eight
Kinda late, so I better skip the numba nine

(Chorus)
Load the nine
Yo it's time to put some suckas in line

(Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp)
A
Al Kapone my n***a that's insane
B
Better watch yo back because we robbin mane
C
Creepin on a sucka wit a sawed off
D
Doggin out these hoes like Jerry Lawler
E
Easily approachin to tha onion
F
Fire'in up the bud it’s some skunion
G
Grippin on tha naah naha naah naah
H
Havin a trigga finga make me do a crime
I
I could be tha n***a that you love to hate
J
Jackin a sucka to death we call it meditate
K
Keepin on the Locs to make it real dark
L
Living assed-out make me wanna rob
M
Mackin to these hoes like the Skinny Pimp
N
Nine millimeter slippin off my hip
O
O.P.P. ? Hell Naw fuck that
P
Pimp'in ain’t dead just these hoes scared
Q
Quiet while I load up my weapon
R
Ridin through your neighborhood, sprayin
S
Sleepy when tha onion in my brain
T
Tha polices, they don't know my real name
U
U might be tha n***a that will fuck wit me
V
Victim of a homicide in the first degree
W
Woodlawn n***as cold clown'in
X
Executin suckas while they smilin
Y
Y'all heard the Skinny Pimp, loud and clear
Z
Zippin up my lips because I'm outta here
Peace