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DTP we got them that go

Yea I'm all that pistol playa, cold blooded killa
recognize my name, I dub the young dealer
You better ya man that 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 talking to show all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo going niggaz
DTP we ain't plying if you try to get our
A.K's get ta like

Bottom line that mean I'm 'bout it, any want it, doubt it
Bust you in the day on the street that's fully crowded
Find our and inside your chest, just for thinking it's rap
And tell pretty bitch thug we got some pretty big gats
Chaka say I'm shot out and I tend to
So you should what you saying if it's intended for me
So be careful what you starting, let my do the walking
And that 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
him, take him, beat him up, I hate I hate, I eat him up
A B C D E F is you a G or what?
Now it's me and my nuts, that's all I got in this world
I'm pistols out my stomach
And throwing them 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 gold guns they came from IRAQ
Artillery, could it be I got all of these pistols
I my gun at ya homeboy make ya own folks hit ya
And taking no more pictures, if you snap I'ma click
Anyway, plus I got bullets in the clip the size of Fate
And I'm choppers like helicopters
You gon' need hella doctors the glock go

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

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

a medic, we gon' call yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so hard you'll need a size maxi pad
So flip the script and your woman it's your time on the month
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 for you niggaz and I ain't talking 'bout fruit
I'll pay your cab back with the black
Till your back crack, got the gat back

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

got no nerve
They got no
They got no
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