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DTP we got guns that go

Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, cold killa
Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the young
You better tell ya man that with the gages I'm
I'll shoot up y'all white shirts y'all look like dice
But I'm through with all the talking to show all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo going through
DTP we ain't if you try to get our payin'
A.K's get ta like

Bottom line that mean I'm 'bout it, any nigga it, doubt it
Bust you in the broad day on the street fully crowded
Find our hole and your chest, just for thinking it's rap
And tell that pretty bitch we got some pretty big gats
Chaka say I'm out and I tend to agree
So you watch what you saying if it's intended for me
So be careful what you starting, let my fingers do the
And that oozy get to talking

Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, 'em
Can the an and fuck 'em, 'em
Press him, man him, him, teared him, heat him up
him, take him, beat him up, I hate I hate, I eat him up
A B C D E F is you a G or what?
Now it's me and my nuts, that's all I got in this world
I'm pulling pistols out my
And throwing them bitches up like
Serving the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, 'em
I'm 38, hot with a pearl

And I'm throwing like a NBA ref
I got all gold guns like came from IRAQ
Artillery, could it be I got all kinds of pistols
I point my gun at ya homeboy make ya own hit ya
And ain't taking no more pictures, if you snap I'ma
Anyway, plus I got bullets in the clip the size of Fate
And I'm wavin' like helicopters
You gon' need hella doctors the glock go

Say on the set bitch, better your lip that text be quick
20 over thurr, Tity over thurr, over thurr, ain't no exit trick
Us you don't mess with, we got guns like action flicks
Reload with the next clip, I'm the nigga to flex with bitch
Come on and test this, my gun I'm sex with shit
Put a bullet in it out, got them long horns like Texas bitch
Look at my necklace, hit a nigga disrespect this click
My pistol grip sound like

Now what, who want they day
When I cock and load the cake, bust
Y'all cowards play tough, and my peeps we come to stuff up
Y'all lives made up, like ugly with make-up bra
We'll shoot you up then toss yo ass in the tough nut
My rocky like Sylvester Stallone
So for you should invest in a vest for ya dome
'Cause I know you marks planning on getting me when I'm
to nick but my cannon go

Fuck a medic, we gon' yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so hard you'll a life size maxi pad
So flip the and tell your woman it's your time on the month
A.K. 47 for the
Who's really looking for Heaven and a 9 for you
Got killaz in my squad and I'm the one in my group
But I got for you niggaz and I ain't talking 'bout fruit
I'll pay your cab back with the black
Till back crack, got the gat back like

Clak clak
Swallow a make 'em digest with a 50 caliber
Yo futures not looking so good, tomorrow's not on calendar
I, do with the amateurs, they breathing too long
I'll leave 'em coughing like the sound effects you hear in song
My shotguns are and hard, but my desert is easy
And my are always talking about
Some me, squeeze me
And for fakers talking greezy, I'm starting the show
My oozy got a roll, it goes

got no nerve
They got no
got no nerve
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