We Got
Ludacris feat. Chingy, I‐20 & 2 Chainz
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Yeah, I'm all about that pistol playa, cold-blooded killer
Niggas recognize my name, I dub the young dealer
You better tell ya man, that with the gauges I'm nice
I'll shoot up ya white shirts until ya'll look like dykes
But I'm through with all the talkin, time to show all you niggas
I-2-0, I'm like J-Lo, goin through niggas
DTP, we ain't playin, if you try to get our payin
AK's get to sprayin like {-gunfire
Bottom line, that mean I'm bout it, any nigga wanna doubt it
Bust you in the broad day, on a street that's fully crowded
Find a hole inside ya chest, just for thinkin it's 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 sayin, if it's intended for me
So be careful what you startin, let my fingers do the walkin
And that Uzi get to talkin like {-gunfire
Hammers jam 'em, snatch 'em, grab 'em, can the anna
Fuck 'em, damn 'em, press 'em, man 'em, scan 'em, tan 'em
Heat 'em up, bake 'em, take 'em, beat 'em up
I hate a hater, I eat 'em up, A-B-C-D-E-F
Shorty, is you a G or what? Now it's just me and my nuts
That's all I got in this world, I'm pullin pistols out my stomach
And throwin them bitches up like Earl
Servin the club headshots, scattered, covered, run, scramble
Thirty-eight, hot, with a pearl handle {-gunfire
And I'm throwin TEC's like a NBA ref
I got all gold guns like they came from Iraq
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 ain't takin no more pictures, if you snap, I'mma click anyway
Plus I got bullets in the clip the size of Lil' Fate
And I'm wavin choppers like helicopters
You gon' need hella doctors when the Glock go {-gunfire
Uh, stay on the set bitch, better watch yo' lip, that TEC spit quick
20 Over there, Tity over there, Luda over there, ain't 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 havin sex with shit
Put a bullet in, shoot it out, got them longhorns like Texas bitch
Look at my necklace, never hear a nigga disrespect this clique
My pistol grip sound like this {-gunfire
Now, who want they day fucked, when I cock, unload that K bust
But, ya'll cowards play tough, and my peeps, we come to spray stuff up
Ya'll lives made up, like ugly hoes with make-up bruh
We'll shoot ya up, then toss yo' ass in the lake tough nut
My wrist, Rocky like Sylvester Stallone
So therefore you should invest, in a vest for ya dome
Cause I know you marks plannin, on gettin me when I'm landin
Peace to Nick, but my cannon go {-gunfire
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 yo' woman it's yo' time of the month
AK-47 for the niggas who really lookin for Heaven
And the nine for you chumps
Got killers in my squad and I'm the nicest one in my group
But I got bananas for you niggas and I ain't talkin 'bout fruit
I'll peel ya cap back, with the black MAC
'Til ya back crack, cock the gat back
Like {-gunfire-} (clack, clack, clack)
Swallow a hollow, make 'em digest the fifty caliber
Yo' future's not lookin so good, tomorrow's not on your calendar
I do away with the amateurs, they breathin too long
I leave 'em coughin 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 talkin about some squeeze me, squeeze me
And for these fakers talkin greasy, I'm startin to show
My Uzi got a drum roll, it goes {-gunfire
Uh, yeah
Boulevard, G-Road, East Central Road
They got them guns
Crew County, Clarksdale, Herndon Homes
They got them guns
Pittsburgh, Walnut Hills
They got them guns
Techwood, Carver Homes, Benton Hill, Red Oaks
They got them guns
Zone 3, Zone 4, Glenwood
They got them guns
Pine Line, U-City, E-Wick, Walnut Park
They got them guns
Beacon Street, outside
They got them guns
The whole Bay Area got them guns, they go bang, bang
They got them guns