DTP we got them guns that go      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   I'll shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all 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 ain't plying if you try to get our payin'   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 the street that's fully crowded   Find our hole and inside your chest, just for thinking 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 saying if it's intended for me   So be careful what you starting, let my fingers do the walking   And that oozy get to talking like      Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, grab 'em   Can the an and fuck 'em, damn 'em   Press him, man him, scarin' him, teared him, heat him up   Bake 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 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 text 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 taking no more pictures, if you snap I'ma 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      Say on the set bitch, better watch your lip that text be quick   20 over thurr, Tity over thurr, Luda over thurr, 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 having sex with shit   Put a bullet 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 they day fucked   When I cock and load the cake, bust bust?   Y'all cowards play tough, and my peeps we come to spray stuff up   Y'all lives made up, like ugly hoes with make-up bra   We'll shoot you up then toss yo ass in the lake tough nut   My 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   Peace to nick but my cannon go      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 it's your time on 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 ain't talking 'bout fruit   I'll pay your cab back with the black mack   Till your back crack, got the gat back like      Clak clak clak   Swallow a hallow make 'em digest with a 50 caliber   Yo futures not looking so good, tomorrow's not on your calendar   I, do away with the amateurs, they breathing too long   I'll 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 oozy got a drum roll, it goes      They got no nerve   They got no nerve   They got no nerve   ...