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DTP we got them that go

Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, cold blooded
Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the 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 with all the talking time to show all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm like going through niggaz
DTP we plying if you try to get our payin'
A.K's get ta like

line that mean I'm 'bout it, any nigga want it, doubt it
Bust you in the broad day on the street that's crowded
Find our hole and your chest, just for thinking it's rap
And tell that pretty thug we got some pretty big gats
Chaka say I'm shot out and I to agree
So you should watch what you saying if it's 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
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 just me and my nuts, all I got in this world
I'm pulling out my stomach
And throwing them bitches up like
Serving the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, 'em
I'm 38, hot with a handle

And I'm text like a NBA ref
I got all gold guns they came from IRAQ
Artillery, could it be I got all kinds of these
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 size of Lil'
And I'm wavin' like helicopters
You gon' need hella when the glock 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 them 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 long horns like Texas bitch
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga this click
My grip sound like this

Now what, who they day fucked
I cock and load the cake, bust bust?
Y'all cowards play tough, and my peeps we come to 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 rocky like Sylvester
So for you should invest in a vest for ya dome
'Cause I know you planning 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 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 and I'm the nicest one in my group
But I got bananas for you niggaz and I ain't 'bout fruit
I'll pay cab back with the black mack
Till back crack, got the gat back like

Clak clak
Swallow a hallow make 'em with 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 are cold and hard, but my desert is easy
And my triggers are always about
Some squeeze me, me
And for these talking greezy, I'm starting the show
My oozy got a drum roll, it

They got no
got no nerve
They got no
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