Da Beatminerz - Toolz of the Trade lyrics

Tek: Take it back ta like motherf**ing eighties and sh** (we loooooooove, youuuuuu.....) [Steele] My first love was a deuce-deuce, nice and slim Tucked in my Chucker boots, what a priceless gem When I took her out to the clubs, we got right in She kept me safe, even held me down in fights with men [Tek] I like my murder mommies loud and thick Handle tight on grip, not shy to spit Make daddy proud of sh** Four foot' five hooker, move the whole crowd looker Short stack black, well-done beef cooker [Steele] My tre-eighty kept me crazy dunn, she had me whipped In the whip high, riding by, ready to spit She like to talk sh**, she's a co*ky b**h Firm grip, all black, like liquorice [Tek] I sleep with hoes and, creep with hoes Eat off hoes, I love these four-fours Or the 9 double, in the L Bubble Smash security with sumthin, we all in the scunnel [Hook: Steele (Tek)] These are the tools of the trade (That we use to get paid) When we cruise in Escalades on escapades (With guns ablaze) Been amazed since the younger age (Saved from the hunger pain) Bang when the trouble came (Pioneers of gun slang) How you with them things? (A little somethin' somethin') Fire to the game (My system be thumping) (Pa-POY-POY) Pa-POY-POY....(The sounds of guns bussin') Pa-POY-POY......(Your heart just stopped pumping)] [Steele] It was love at first sight when I burst the pipe Off the project roof in the middle of night On the block, Independence day, pistols ignite Ghetto tunes we vibe to, write rhymes and recite n***a, my forty-four was raw, she had me wired Had my dick rock-solid, first time I fired Had a sis that was silent, Smif-N-Wessun medallion Only f** with professionals, and kids with thousands [Tek] One b**h her a** was plump Nickname China shotgun, n***a used to love how she pumped She kept the money looking double barrel Shoe string around my neck, the whole party peril(?) You run your whole apparel Boots, coats, chains, rings and wallets Break your pockets. Love when n***as think they brolic Jump up and wanna wrestle, dog we don't tussle Squeeze off, let a gang of little pellets touch you [Hook: Steele (Tek)] These are the tools of the trade (That we use to get paid) When we cruise in Escalades on escapades (With guns ablaze) Been amazed since the younger age (Saved from the hunger pain) Bang when the trouble came (Pioneers of gun slang) How you with them things? (A little somethin' somethin') Fire to the game (My system be thumping) Pa-POY-POY....(Sounds with guns bussin') Pa-POY-POY......(Your heart just stopped pumping) [Tek] Get 'em at six, when they brains open a range Show 'em the reins, and how to squeeze eight of them things Let them grow for a spell, then I catch 'em at twelve With the one in their head, that's how I'm taking the L When they graduate to sixteen, it's all bets off Shells casings no relations, when the semi's lettin off [Steele] My nine milli had me silly, smoking 'dro in phillies Feeling like a big Willy, takin' cabs to the city Seven-forty illy, twisting the sticky hash from Ricky Trigger itchy, nice and slippy, f** wit me Have you ever seen a forty five before? Big Mac-11 nozzle right 'pon your jaw [Hook: Steele (Tek)] These are the tools of the trade (That we use to get paid) When we cruise in Escalades on escapades (With guns ablaze) Been amazed since the younger age (Saved from the hunger pain) Bang when the trouble came (Pioneers of gun slang) How you with them things? (A little somethin' somethin') Fire to the game (My system be thumping) Pa-POY-POY....(Sounds with guns bussin') Pa-POY-POY......(Your heart just stopped pumping) Your heart just stopped pumping Your heart just stopped pumping (Flatline) It's what we do (Flatline) It's what we are (Flatline) Smif-N-Wessun, Tek and Steele, Cocoa B's Cocoa B's, PNC n***as you love to hate (either or, you wanna be) Either or