If My 9 Could Talk
Silkk The Shocker Lyrics


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[Verse 1]
Give me that nine, that clip
Ain't no talking to my 9, 'cause bitch I'm bout to sop you up
Twist the cap back, put one up in the chamber
Your life in danger, I'm busting caps upon a total stranger
Better believe I be creeping
Detectives wonder how I hit your house and the rest of the block,
they still sleeping
Straps all in your window, puffing up on some endo
Surprise, surpise, nigga look at what you in for

[Chorus]
Only if my 9 could talk
Only if my 9 could talk
Don't, don't, don't leave no witnesses to this homicide
O-o-o only if my 9 could talk
Only if my 9 could talk
Don't, don't, don't leave no witnesses to this homicide

[Verse 2]
Now imagine me slipping up on my murder gloves
Now imagine me got a 9 with a silencer and I'm in a bout it club
I want soda 'cause niggas be snitching
I put blood up on his Polo, gots him screaming like bitches
Now it's gonna be, kinda like, hard to see me
Disappear like a genie
When I reappear, nigga you see nothing but my beam
And I'm gonna hits that nigga for one mill
These shots I pop, he drops, and uh, that's like a done deal
You could consider that nigga a disaster area
Call his mom for a black dress
consult his family members to be the pallbearers
You fucks with mine, I'ma leave that nigga shaking
Flatline, CPR, I don't think that nigga made it

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Some call it murder, I call it 1-87
Some call it robbery, bitch, I call it 2-11
See, hand me that duffle bag full of hot guns
First nigga runs up, guns up, that head gonna catch some hot ones
I run this shit like the White House
You like some white out
Tonight's the night, it's getting dark, bitch it's lights out
When I shoot, I'm never gonna miss
17 in my spot, 17 in my gloc, 17 niggas I'm gonna hit
I be a specialist like Sharon Stone
A bad boy like Al Capone
An assassin like Sylvester Stallone
Only if you could live, but you ain't
Only if my 9 could talk, but it can't

[Chorus]

Don't leave no witnesses to this homicide





[repeat Chorus]

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Silkk The Shocker's song "If My 9 Could Talk" depict the rapper as a violent individual who is capable of inflicting harm and taking lives. The use of the numeric 9 refers to a 9mm handgun, which is the weapon of choice for the violence depicted in the lyrics. The first verse describes how the rapper confidently handles his weapon, ready to take out anyone who crosses him. The second verse details a scenario where the rapper is in a club and is willing to use his weapon to exact revenge on someone who disrespected him. The third verse continues this theme, with the rapper describing his actions as not murder or robbery, but instead using police codes to give them a sense of legitimacy.


The chorus repeats the phrase "only if my 9 could talk" several times, emphasizing the idea that Silkk The Shocker is confident in his ability to use violence to get what he wants. He encourages the listener not to leave any witnesses to the crime, highlighting how he intends to get away with his violent acts. Overall, the song paints a picture of a dangerous individual who is willing to use violence to solve his problems, regardless of the consequences.


Line by Line Meaning

Give me that nine, that clip
Hand me the gun and the ammunition


Ain't no talking to my 9, 'cause bitch I'm bout to sop you up
I don't need to speak, I'm about to shoot you


Twist the cap back, put one up in the chamber
Preparing the gun to shoot


Your life in danger, I'm busting caps upon a total stranger
I'm putting someone's life at risk and shooting them, even if they are a stranger


Better believe I be creeping
I move quietly and cautiously


Detectives wonder how I hit your house and the rest of the block, they still sleeping
Even the police are surprised at how I can sneak in and shoot without being caught


Straps all in your window, puffing up on some endo
I have loaded guns hanging outside your window and smoking marijuana


Surprise, surpise, nigga look at what you in for
I catch them off guard, and they realize they are in trouble


Now imagine me slipping up on my murder gloves
I'm getting ready to commit a murder, even putting on special gloves for the occasion


I want soda 'cause niggas be snitching
I drink soda because I know people talk, and I don't want to be ratted out


I put blood up on his Polo, gots him screaming like bitches
I shoot someone and their clothes get stained with blood, causing them to scream like women


Now it's gonna be, kinda like, hard to see me
I'm going to be hard to find or see after committing the crime


Disappear like a genie
I vanish like a magic trick


And I'm gonna hits that nigga for one mill
I'm going to shoot and kill someone for one million dollars


These shots I pop, he drops, and uh, that's like a done deal
I shoot someone and they immediately fall, meaning the job is done


You could consider that nigga a disaster area
The person I shot is now a mess, like a disaster zone


Call his mom for a black dress
I killed someone, and their family should prepare for a funeral


consult his family members to be the pallbearers
The family members of the person I killed should help carry the coffin at the funeral


You fucks with mine, I'ma leave that nigga shaking
If you mess with me or my people, I will make you scared and hurt you


When I shoot, I'm never gonna miss
I am a skilled shooter, and will never miss my target


17 in my spot, 17 in my gloc, 17 niggas I'm gonna hit
I have 17 bullets and plan to use them to harm 17 people


I be a specialist like Sharon Stone
I am skilled and precise in what I do, like Sharon Stone's character in the movie 'Basic Instinct'


A bad boy like Al Capone
I am a dangerous person, like infamous gangster Al Capone


An assassin like Sylvester Stallone
Like the character Sylvester Stallone played in the movie 'Assassins', I can kill without mercy


Only if you could live, but you ain't
You are going to die, there's no way out


Only if my 9 could talk, but it can't
If the gun could talk, it would tell you about all the people I have shot and killed


Don't leave no witnesses to this homicide
Make sure there are no survivors who can identify me as the shooter


repeat Chorus
The chorus repeats, emphasizing the message of not leaving any witnesses to a crime




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Comments from YouTube:

nolanrimes007

People who hate on silk donโ€™t know what rap is. Love this dude. In the 90โ€™s they ran the rap game, prove me wrong. So much dirt done to this song good lawd.

Shawn Q

I was in Cincinnati in 96' banging this ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ

MrMikelew2929

Toledo๐Ÿ’ฏ

Joseph Smith

Louisville, KY 96 banging this ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿ’ช

phantasyryder

My in Da Land!

chevyboichuck_81

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Tence_696

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Eric Beecher

@Tence_696 bro...

Eric Beecher

Facts

Jermaine Robinson

Flat line CPR I don't think that dude made it. ๐Ÿ’ฏ๐Ÿ’ฏ๐Ÿ”ฅ. Silkk stay spitting fr

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