We Got Lyrics - Chingy

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 

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