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DTP we got them guns go

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

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

Hammers, jam 'em, 'em, grab 'em
Can the an and 'em, damn 'em
Press him, man him, scarin' him, him, heat him up
Bake him, him, beat him up, I hate I hate, I eat him up
A B C D E F shawty is you a G or
Now just me and my nuts, that's all I got in this world
I'm pistols out my stomach
And them bitches up like Earl
the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot with a pearl

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

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

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

Fuck a medic, we gon' yo ass a taxi cab
so hard you'll need a life size maxi pad
So flip the script and tell your woman it's your time on the
A.K. 47 for the
Who's really looking for and a 9 for you chumps
Got killaz in my squad and I'm the one in my group
But I got bananas for you niggaz and I talking 'bout fruit
I'll pay your cab back the black mack
Till back crack, got the gat back like

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

They got no
They got no
They got no
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