It's like I got the 4-4 On the block in it, two door And my spot is but hot The pussy-ass cop throw murder in the lot
My nigga got With a bullet was meant for me The by T's and B's and the regencies Fuck what the reason be, I'ma start these
Them niggas ain't G's, wanna be thugs And it shit to slang these motherfucking slugs The fools ain't plugged, plus ain't no over here I done more dead bodies than tears Brought to life worst fears
Pictures of a son dying that hot ones flying Baby crying at the funeral the magnum lit him like a Black & Mild When I rolled out on his ass on the I caught him up on mo mo up co-co
I got to tip on the Busted in like po po taking lives the, oh no It's a 4-4, mini-missile a silencer for the whistle My favorite pistol 'cause I let that bitch ride
I know the homicide is carried out in official Niggas bumping gums but don't want none Because of these hot that explode on contact A manic prepared to die in combat
Besides all a 4-4 keeps me laced Don't be to say I can see the fear in your As I reach my for this warm embrace
I got love for the 4-4 But when I pick it up, I don't let it go Because a nigga straight loving your warm I got plenty for the 4-5
But when I pick it up, I don't let it ride But still I bust 'cause I survive your warm embrace I got plenty for the nine-mill And when I pick it up, I don't wanna kill
But I bust because I'm needing your warm embrace All you motherfuckers better duck and Before I let it ride, the sucker aside Still I bust because I'm loving your warm
I love the element of surprise when I'm these hoes lives my customized 4-5 Get enough ammunition to off you crew and some more guys
You motherfuckers get wise Make your first shot is sweet, trying to kill the elite you ain't getting no more tries Hate to make a Nubian weep but fuck it
Long as I don't the hoe cry Split a beam his eyes and make that bitch nigga so wise No what the size of the warm embrace of my 45 Make sure the nigga crossed
You don't wanna them thangs 'Cause when I cocked and aim time to think in a split second time But Mayz ain't new to the I use the spark when the shots light up this of crime
But get bucked for dime and it's like you're a magnet for sin Punk pretend to be your friend 'til they get close enough to ends To do you in, shit puts me on ten And make me put the barrel of this solid fiend
Upon that nigga's chin, plus he talking big shit about war Like he don't know my Speedknot Mob win But I dare one of you to say my name 'Cause I put a fucking into your closest kin
Just to get under skin like a dirty syringe Plus I know you win with a gun or a pen So when you see Mayz come in the place you better say grace Before I fuck up your face a can of mace I get disgraced, I'ma catch a case Maybe you hoes the wrath of my warm embrace
I got plenty for the 4-4 But when I it up, I don't wanna let it go Because a nigga loving your warm embrace I got love for the 4-5
But when I pick it up, I don't wanna let it But I bust 'cause I survive from your warm embrace I got love for the nine-mill And I pick it up, I don't really wanna kill
But still I bust because I'm needing' your embrace All you motherfuckers better and hide Before I let it ride, the sucker aside Still I bust because I'm your warm embrace
With you my passion, Nina off seventeen, for sure Hold you ever so tightly, I love you and never wanna let you go Miss Millimeter's making a mockery of gotta be ruckus When I get my upon this hoe
to let the barrel blow Like a sparrow, how it flow, like an arrow, 'em up and swallow slow I reload, clipping' your ass crack, you constantly blast
Payback from flashback, some know 'til I see the chrome from the intro You was fucked from the phasing, deep with the cuts and and amazing, nigga, my Nina bucked
Fuck the and enemies get tore up from the blazing Fool you be burning with your black ass Murderous hips, hurting the grips, ride on list die for serving them six
Everyone of 'em with a hit but are missing of a jerk to the kick 'Cause I be my bitch Trying to her but she a wild and a tame thang Kick a static on she gang bang, blast in the fullest moon
Niggas better pull it soon or else suffer hellafied wounds And even though I stay clubbed some thugs, why call 'em stug? When it comes to her love, it's none she drawing blood Static under the bra 'cause every time I a hit at the bud
And you a hug you gon' pop up a slug Drinking Remy on the block, gotta bust the the Henny hit the chest, busting Smith & Wess Fuck the discussion, I'm busting 'em all, my balls
If I see y'all be laid to rest, let me hit the Loose revolver used to be a problem But the made me a baller No strap could take the place of the nine 'em flat lines, feeling fury, you was born to taste From my warm
I got love for the 4-4 But when I it up, I don't wanna let it go Because a nigga straight loving your warm I got plenty for the 4-5
But when I it up, I don't wanna let it ride But still I 'cause I survive from your warm embrace I got love for the nine-mill And when I pick it up, I don't wanna kill
But still I bust because I'm needing your warm All you motherfuckers better and hide Before I let it ride, the sucker aside I bust because I'm loving' your warm embrace
I got love for the 4-4, 4-4, 4-4 embrace I got plenty for the 4-5, 4-5 , 4-5 (4-5, 4-5, 4-5) Warm I got love for the nine-mill, nine-mill (Nine-mill)