Chingy - We Got lyrics

DTP we got them guns that go Yea I'm all about that pistol player, cold blooded k**er n***az recognize my name, I dub the young dealer You better tell ya man that with the gauges I'm nice Ill shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all look like dikes But I'm through with all the talking time to show all you n***as I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo...going through n***as DTP we ain't plying if you try to get our pen A.K's get ta spraying like, Bottom line that mean I'm bout it, any n***a want it, doubt it Bust you in the broad day, on the street that's fully crowded Find our hole and f*gots there, just for thinking its rap And tell that pretty b**h thug we got some pretty big gats Chaka say I'm shot out, and I tend to agree So you should 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 f** '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 b**hes 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 webbing choppers like helicopters You goin' need hella doctors, when the glok go Say on the set b**h, better watch your lip that text be 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 ro n***a to flex with b**h Come on and test this, my gun I'm having s** with sh** Put a bullet in (in) shoot it out, got them long horns like Texas b**h Look at my necklace, maybe hit a n***a disrespect this click My pistol grip sound like this, now what Who want that they f**ed, when I co*k 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 suit you up then toss yo a** in the lake tough nut I'm wrist rocky, like Sylvester Stallone So there 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