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DTP we got them guns go

Yea I'm all that pistol playa, cold blooded killa
Niggaz my name, I dub the young dealer
You better tell ya man that with the I'm nice
I'll shoot up y'all shirts until y'all look like dice
But I'm through with all the talking time to all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo going niggaz
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 inside your chest, 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 get to talking like

Hammers, jam 'em, 'em, grab 'em
Can the an and fuck 'em, 'em
Press him, man him, him, teared 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 pulling pistols out my
And them bitches up like Earl
the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot a pearl handle

And I'm throwing text a NBA ref
I got all gold like they came from IRAQ
Artillery, could it be I got all kinds of pistols
I point my gun at ya make ya own folks 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 choppers like helicopters
You gon' need hella doctors when the go

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

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

Fuck a medic, we call yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so hard you'll need a life 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 Heaven and a 9 for you
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 your cab with the black mack
your back crack, got the gat back like

Clak clak
a hallow make 'em digest with a 50 caliber
Yo futures not looking so good, not on your calendar
I, do away with the amateurs, breathing too long
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 triggers are always about
Some squeeze me, me
And for fakers talking greezy, I'm starting the show
My oozy got a drum roll, it

got no nerve
They got no
got no nerve
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