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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 with the gages I'm nice
I'll shoot up y'all white shirts y'all look like dice
But I'm through with all the time to show all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo going through
DTP we ain't plying if you try to get our
A.K's get ta spraying

line that mean I'm 'bout it, any nigga want it, doubt it
Bust you in the day on the street that's fully crowded
Find our hole and inside your chest, just for it's rap
And that pretty bitch thug we got some pretty big gats
Chaka say I'm shot out and I to agree
So you should watch what you if it's intended for me
So be careful you starting, let my fingers do the walking
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
him, take 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 pulling out my stomach
And throwing them bitches up Earl
Serving the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, 'em
I'm 38, hot with a handle

And I'm throwing like a NBA ref
I got all gold guns like came from IRAQ
Artillery, it be I got all kinds of these pistols
I point my gun at ya homeboy make ya own hit ya
And ain't taking no more pictures, if you snap click
Anyway, plus I got bullets in the clip the size of Lil'
And I'm wavin' like helicopters
You gon' need doctors when the glock go

Say on the set bitch, better watch your lip that text be
20 thurr, Tity over thurr, Luda over thurr, ain't 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 bitch
Come on and test this, my gun I'm having sex shit
Put a bullet in shoot it out, got long horns like Texas bitch
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a disrespect this click
My grip sound like 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, ugly hoes with make-up bra
shoot you up then toss yo ass in the lake tough nut
My wrist rocky Sylvester Stallone
So thurr for you should in a vest for ya dome
'Cause I know you marks planning on me when I'm landing
Peace to nick but my go

a medic, we gon' call yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so hard you'll a life size maxi pad
So flip the script and tell your woman it's your on the month
A.K. 47 for the
Who's really looking for Heaven and a 9 for you
Got in my squad and I'm the nicest one in my group
But I got for you niggaz and I ain't talking '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 looking so good, tomorrow's not on calendar
I, do away with the amateurs, they too long
I'll leave 'em coughing like the sound effects you in this song
My shotguns are and hard, but my desert is easy
And my triggers are always talking
Some me, squeeze me
And for these fakers talking greezy, I'm starting the
My got a drum roll, it goes

They got no
They got no
got no nerve
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