A-Team (Ransom & Hitchcock) - Gunz For Sale lyrics

[Intro:] Yea! A-Team n***a, 50 Cent.. [Hook: 50 Cent] We got them semi automatics And we got them revolvers We them n***as you should get at If you got a problem When them hollow tips hit 'em Man that should solve 'em We got the lugers with rugers and M1s and they all for sale That 9mm, got that 10mm And that little duece duece (and they all for sale) Got that new trey pound, And that old four pound You can use once or twice (and they all for sale) [Verse 1: Hitchco*k] When it comes to the beef, I been a vet Got an AK, SKs and the InterTech If your into vests, I got hollows for the pistol Official, That rip through your skin and flesh We the wrong men to test, I got a gun Dont try to run when you see the long Amiff n Wess Cause you dont wanna see me hyper I keep the pump in the trunk like the DC sniper And its next to the dusty crate With the lugers and rugers and the rusty Eigth And most of the custies hate (Why?) Cause I got so many guns, they think I must be Jake I'm tryna get dough, everybody get low Cause I still won't hessitate to let the Tech blow Your whole team is petrol Cause everybody know we stay strapped like c**aine and Freddro (So?) When you see me burn rubber I put the 45 to your jersey like Jordan returning [Hook: 50 Cent] [Verse 2: Ransom] I got a 50 cal, once you start dumping its over I Mac 90, take dump in the trunk of the Novas Its about time you becoming a soldier With a couple Nines and a fresh box You'll be slumping 'em over Plus I got a couple things in the duffle bag Like a couple Mags, and a snubb nose Glock with the rubber grasp And I got a good deal for a hundred cash You could get a tough pair of gloves and a leather mask Got a Glock 17, its kinda beat up But it works all it needs is a better beam And if you get your cream, I could shoot to my cousins house Get a nice peace you ain't never seen I got a vest for your body, An M16, SK, O-Tech and a Shotty Whatever n***as need I got it From knives to guns, teflon torpedo rockets I know a bunch of k**ers, And after Ran serve'em a gun Them n***as catch bodies like Bruce Willis [Hook: 50 Cent] [Pre-Verse: 50 Cent] Infrared on your head, Ain't no sense in you running It hit your leg and your head and you ain't see me coming n***as never know how to act Till you run up on 'em in the street with the gat Click Blaow! Old rats [Verse 3] [Hitchco*k] Switched to the lobby, lead in your lungs There's rugers left and a shotty and the head of your son [Ransom] The bigger the size, the better the gun Something like Jessy the body was spitting in Predator 1 [Hitchco*k] And for the most case, all your tools fake I keep a bald desert eagle like Ghostface [Ransom] Who get the most cake, point 'em out to me now The 4-5th will make him float in a close lake [Hitchco*k] Its a closed case, so dont tempt me to flip For I empty the clip in your whole face [Ransom] I leave no trace, just a couple of Techs A chrome Nine, I could scuffle my sweats [Hitchco*k] So cut me a check, If you dont really want me to stress Or get left under your car like Chuckie in Fresh [Hook: 50 Cent] [Outro: 50 Cent] Yooo.., 2003 we evading the streets Ain't sh** you can without us...