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DTP we got guns that go

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

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

Hammers, jam 'em, 'em, grab 'em
Can the an and fuck 'em, '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 it's just me and my nuts, all I got in this world
I'm pistols out my stomach
And throwing them bitches up Earl
Serving the club, shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot with a pearl

And I'm throwing text 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 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 Fate
And I'm wavin' choppers helicopters
You gon' need hella when the glock go

Say on the set bitch, better watch your lip that text be
20 over thurr, Tity thurr, Luda over thurr, ain't no exit trick
Us you don't mess with, we got them guns 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 long horns like Texas bitch
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect click
My pistol grip sound this

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

a medic, we gon' call yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so hard you'll need a life size pad
So flip the script and tell your it's your 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 talking fruit
I'll pay your cab back with the black
Till your back crack, got the gat like

clak clak
Swallow a hallow '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 like the sound effects you hear in this song
My shotguns are cold and hard, but my desert is
And my are always talking about
Some squeeze me, me
And for these fakers greezy, I'm starting the show
My oozy got a drum roll, it

They got no
They got no
They got no
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