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DTP we got them guns go

Yea I'm all about pistol playa, cold blooded killa
recognize my name, I dub the young dealer
You better ya man that with the gages I'm nice
I'll shoot up y'all white until 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 plying 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 fully crowded
Find our hole and inside your chest, just for thinking rap
And tell that pretty bitch we got some pretty big gats
Chaka say I'm shot out and I tend to
So you should watch what you if it's intended for me
So be careful what you starting, let my fingers do the
And that oozy get to 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, take him, beat him up, I I hate, I eat him up
A B C D E F is you a G or what?
Now it's just me and my nuts, that's all I got in world
I'm pistols out my stomach
And them bitches up like Earl
Serving the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, 'em
I'm 38, hot a pearl handle

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

Say on the set bitch, better watch lip that text be quick
20 over thurr, Tity over thurr, Luda over thurr, no exit trick
Us you mess with, we got them guns like action flicks
Reload with the next clip, I'm the wrong to flex with bitch
Come on and test this, my gun I'm having sex with
Put a bullet in shoot it out, got them horns like Texas bitch
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga this click
My pistol grip sound this

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

Fuck a medic, we gon' yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so you'll need a life size maxi pad
So flip the script and tell your woman it's time on the month
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 nicest one in my
But I got bananas for you niggaz and I ain't 'bout fruit
I'll pay cab back with the black mack
Till your back crack, got the gat like

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

They got no
got no nerve
They got no
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