Ludacris Lyrics

Album: CHICKEN N BEER

We Got Lyrics

(feat. Chingy, I-20, Tity Boi)

 [Ludacris]

 DTP we got them guns that go...

 

 [I-20]

 Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, cold blooded killa

 Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the young dealer

 You better tell ya man that with the gages I'm nice

 Ill shoot up yall white shirts until yall look like dice

 But I'm through with all the talking time to show all you niggaz

 I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo...going through niggaz

 DTP we aint playing if you try to get our pen

 A.K's get ta spraying like...

 Bottom line that mean I'm bout it, any nigga want it, doubt it

 Bust you in the broad day, on a street that's fully crowded

 Find a hole inside your chest, just for thinking its rap

 And tell that pretty bitch thug we got some pretty big gats

 Chaka say I'm shot out, and I tend to agree

 So you should watch what you saying if it's intended for me

 So be careful what you starting, let my fingers do the walking

 And that Uzi get to talking like...

 

 [Tity Boi]

 Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, grab 'em

 Can the an and fuck 'em, damn 'em

 Press him, man him, scared him, teared him, kneed him up

 Bake him, take him, beat him up, I hate I hate, I eat him up

 A-B-C-E-F shawty is you a G or what

 Now it's just me and my nuts, that's all I got in this world

 I'm pulling pistols out my stomach and throwing them bitches up like earl

 Serving the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em

 I'm 38, hot with a pearl handle...

 And I'm throwing teбhs like a NBA ref

 I got, all gold guns like they came from I-RAQ

 Artillery, could it be I got all kinds of these pistols

 I point my gun at ya homeboy make ya own folks hit ya

 And aint taking no more pictures, if you snap ima click

 Anyway, plus I got bullets in the clip the size of Lil Fate

 And I'm webbing choppers like heli-copters

 You gon' need hella doctors, when the glok go...

 

 [Chingy]

 Say on the set bitch, better watch your lip that text be quick

 20 over thurr, Tity over thurr, Luda over thurr, aint no exit trick

 Us you don't mess with, we got them guns like action flicks

 Reload with the next clip, I'm the wrong nigga to flex with bitch

 Come on and test this, my gun I'm having sex with shit

 Put a bullet in (in) shoot it out, got them long horns like Texas bitch

 Look at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect this click

 My pistol grip sound like this...now what

 Who want that they fucked, when I cock and load the cake, bust bust

 Yall cowards play tough, and my peeps we come to spray stuff up

 Yall lives made up, like ugly hoes with make-up bra

 We'll suit you up then toss yo ass in the lake tough nut

 I'm wrist rocky, like Sylvester Stallone

 So thurr for you should invest, in a vest for ya dome

 Cause I know you marks planning on getting me when I'm landing

 Beast the nick, but my cannon go...

 

 [Ludacris]

 Fuck a medic, we gon' call yo ass a taxi cab

 Bleedin so hard you'll need a life size maxi pad

 So flip the script and tell your woman its your time of the month

 A.K. 47 for the niggaz who's really looking for heaven and a 9 for you chumps

 Got killaz in my squad and I'm the nicest one in my group

 But I got bananas for you niggaz and I aint talking bout fruit

 Ill pay your CAB BACK with the BLACK MACK

 Till your BACK CRACK, cock the GAT BACK like...CLAK CLAK CLAK

 Swallow a hallow make 'em digest with a 50 caliber

 Yo futures not looking so good, tomorrows not on your calendar

 I, do away with the amateurs, they breathing too long

 Ill leave 'em coughing like the sound effects you hear in this song

 My Shotguns are cold and hard, but my Desert is easy

 And my triggers are always talking about some squeeze me, squeeze me

 And for these fakers talking greezy, I'm starting the show

 My Uzi got a drum roll, it goes...