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Yeah, I`m on tha block that pistol-play a cold blooded killa/n*ggas recognize my name/I-dub, tha young dealer/you better tell ya` man that wit` tha guages I`m nice/I`ll shoot up ya`ll white shirts until ya`ll look like dice/but I`m through wit`all tha talkin` time to show all you n*ggas/I-2-0/I`m like J-Lo/goin` through n*ggas/DTP, we ain`t playin` if you try to get our pay & ak`s get 2 sprayin` like.........../Bottom line that mean I`m bout it/any n*gga want it, doubt it/bust you in tha broad day/on a street that`s fully crowded/find a whole inside ya chest/just 4 thinkin` it`s rap/ and tell that pretty bitch thug we got some pretty big gats/Shawka say I`m shot out/& I tend 2 agree/so you should watch what you sayin` if it`s intended 4 me/So be careful what you startin` let my fingers do tha walkin`/ & that uzi get 2 talkin` like!.................
Titi Boi
Hammers, jam `em, snatch `em, grab `em, can tha anna`(animosity), f*ck `em, damn `em, press `em, man `em, scan `em, tan `em, heat `em up/bake `em, take `em, beat `em up/I hate a hater, I eat `em up/A,B,C,D,E,F/Shawty is you a G or what?/ Now it`s just me & my nuts that`s all I got in this world/I`m pullin` pistols out my stomach & throwin` them b*tches up like "earls"/servin` tha club head shots/ scattered, covered, run, scramble I`m thirty-eight, Hot wit` a pearl handle................/and I`m throwin` techs/like a NBA ref/I got all gold guns like they came from Iraq/artillery/could it be/I got all kinds of these pistols/I point my gun at ya` homeboy make ya` own folks hitcha/& ain`t takin` no more pictures if you snap I`m a click any way/plus I got bullets in tha clip tha size of Lil` Fate/& I`m wavin` choppers like helicopters/You gon` need hella doctors when the glock go!.....................
Chingy
Uh, Stay on tha set b*tch!/better watch yo` lip that tech spit quick/20 over thur, Titi over thur, Luda over thur/Ain`t no exit trick/Us you don`t mess wit`/we got them guns like action flicks/Reload wit` tha next clip/I`m tha wrong n*gga 2 flex wit` b*tch/Come on & test this/My gun I`m havin` sex wit`, sh*t/ Put a bullet in, shoot it out, got them long horns like Texas b*tch/Look at my necklace/Make me hit a n*gga, disrespect this clique/my pistol grip sounds like this.........../
Now what?/Who want they day f*cked?/When I cock unload that "K" bust but/Ya`ll cowards play tough/& my peeps we come 2 spray stuff up/Ya`ll lives made up/like ugly hoes wit` make-up bruh/We `a shoot you up then toss yo` ass in a lake tough nut/My wrist rocky like Sylvester Stallone, so thur4 you should invest in a vest 4 ya` dome/Cause I know you marks plannin` on gettin` me when I`m landin`/Peace 2 Nick/but my cannon go!..................
Ludacris
F*ck a medic we gon` call yo` ass a taxi cab/Bleedin` so hard you`ll need a life size maxi pad/So flip tha script & tell yo` woman it`s yo` time of tha month/AK47 for tha n*ggas that`s really lookin` 4 heaven & a nine 4 you chumps/Got killas on my squad and I`m tha nicest 1 in my group/But I got bananas 4 you n*ggas and I ain`t talkin` bout fruit/I`ll peel ya cap back/Wit` tha black mac/`Til ya back crack/Cock tha gat back like.................Clack! Clack! Clack!/Swallow a hollow/Make `em digest wit` tha 50 caliber/Your future`s not lookin` so good/Tomorrow`s not on your calendar, I/do away wit` tha amateurs they breathin` too long/I leave `em coughin` like tha sound effect you hear in this song/My shotguns are cold and hard but my desert is easy/& my triggers are always talkin` about some, "squeeze me, squeeze me"/& 4 these fakers talkin` greasy I`m startin` tha show/My uzi got a drum roll it goes!....................../ Uh, Yeah! Send " We Got" Ringtone to your Cell