Dru Down - Pistols Blazin lyrics

Ha, ha Eh, eh, eh, eh. Get out my face. Check it Mobb sh** b**h Lynch Mobb mane Eh, eh. The Lu-Lun-iz 3 Times Me Ager Man Bart Let me turn up the heat man Dig it the M.O.B. baby I'm so hurt!! Fa sheezy Fa sheez Verse 1 *(Bart)* I fold the cash then I Hit away Juss a thug fo the money, no love Hit 'em up wit the blast Put him in a bag, an wrap him.... Up Verse 2 *(T-Luni of Cydal)* It's all business So when the picture come bouncin off yo head Don't take it personal Money makin needs no rehearsin No n***a Will come wit disrespect an leave wit they head on they shoulders Verse 3 *(Bart)* Mobb k**az connected from block to block Re-co*k the Glock Reset the dot Heatas Beamers Repeat from Turf achievers Verse 4 *(T-Luni of Cydal)* We take action verses talk is cheap You gonna believe us Time to floss wit me Cut off the weak You won't decieve us Let us mechandise an murderise Any an all Many will fall Verse 5 *(Bart)* It's juss an O.G. call Made from the B When I step up, I bet ya Mr. Sick is gonna get to creep I gets to blastin a** Dip they bodies in the bag I hope I Get to lastin in this game of cash Verse 6 *(T-Luni of Cydal)* It's paraphan*lia Not parinoid You f**in wit a pair of boys That'll pump yo body full of lead An watch it swell up like we got no conscience Verse 7 *(Bart)* Cuz it ain't no spraya like the one I got Claimin you juss a playa but the fakas I sock Surround yo weave head f**in wit the weave head Get left wit p head I bet ya violent click Talkin all that lip When you was wit my click an get sh** Verse 8 *(T-Luni of Cydal)* Head split an a** kicked in Chin shattered An nobody could recognize you when they found ya An they still don't know who downed ya Verse 9 *(Bart)* This sh** is deeper than you think Wit a straight face Lay down an come up off them cavy case Slow down Better pump yo brakes Don't know my click from a can of paint These n***as won't last When I Buck one in that a** An hit the gate I seen two more escape Chorus *(Ager Man)* x2 It ain't no room for no non-a** soldier n***as An it's amazin how the heat bring out the ho in n***as When pistols blazin Verse 10 *(Keek The Sneek)* Cashin 'em Like fresh over fresh I'm in the Benz Ma**agin a b**hes my rivalry Rushed out to get some ends Build the twins n***a I love them b**h half Benz Strugglin off that gin Hoes at the bus stop wanna get in But they Foot soliders Not swangin like a Nova Plus them n***as ain't tight To make a right an pull my 600 over Juss as I left I looked to the corner of my eye That it's them same n***as that bucked at me But it wasn't my time to die Ah Pull out my thang Hit 'em in the back Whatever remained So the b**h stay out my business an let the Benzo skirt An swang Yellin Mobb, clouded wit Age For the n***a I said "I didn't love yo punk a** An plus I'm tired of the pain" Like Cameo this sh** is strange A n***a doin a dude To get his whole neck an head rearranged Mobb members, make n***as think about what they doin Watch what you pursuin f** around an get yo whole career ruined *(Chorus)* x1 Verse 11 *(Yukmouth)* Listen Uh Little boys an girls listen to me It is I that you see Gettin high n***as be Gettin by on these streets Do or die on these streets Hit 'em high meet defeat Wit 'em tied across the feet n***as lie beneath the creek Many try but don't eat Much food Unless I run wit a fool that picks me up in a Lex fu*k SCHOOL Let's jet Live an direct The Yay Area, they carry a 4-5 an a Tech When they bury ya they pissin on the side of you grave No witnesses but a buckshot from inside of the gage An n***as be gettin pepper sprayed up Handcuffed an made to lay down Circumstances To skanless, manless To slang a gang Strapped down My sh** be fully greased up Hits the mutha f**in streets up Cuz n***as ain't takin no beat ups They re-up wit the heatas Leaders of the new school But we don't bust a rhyme We bust a nine Mutha f**as find Nine's under the bridge in the Pacific Tunnel Mobb material Scratch off the serial number f**in balistic so Roll to the riches f** hoes, b**hes, an s*uts Bubblicious Yuk Booku bucks My n***as will shoot you up *(Chorus)* x2 Verse 12 *(Swoop G)* Now what these n***as tryin to do? Get gunned down, stomped an pistol whipped fool? If not I sugguest you get the f** up out the West When it come to gun play There's no contest I leave you wit two holes One in yo dome One in yo chest An Elliot Ness He wouldn't have made it on the West And yes I know you mutha f**as heard about us Cuz we was all on the news Fo Mobb-Style murders I crack a fool on top of his head Wit a strap Told his b**h to come over here She sat on my lap Man this Mobb sh** Ain't never been no joke You headed straight for the pen Or you end up smoked That's why I keep a heater On my pa**engers seat An I'm Mobb Affiliated Uh, uh I know you hate it I rather be caught With my heater Then wit out my heater It's juss a misdemenor Verse 13 *(Eklipze)* I'm crackin backs like a chiropractor Come see a Cydal factor Get off yo block when rifles splatter Come across wit a rival chapter Don't be afraid to be blastin An don't know nothin bout lastin An if he flashin We ga**in him An leavin his a** in a wagon The last dragon We smashin Imagine missin in action I hit his a** for his cabbage An dissapeared like Aladdin An trappin his a** inside a mutha f**in cave n***as that came wit the pistols I got missles and hand grenades An some troopers wit bazookaz Ready to shoot you Do you in Crushin boulders wit soldiers Cook it an make it pure again It's yo friend the Prince Of Darkness Whenever the dark hits I feel my heart get To beatin an you bustas be my target PM it's cold heart *(Chorus)* x2 Verse 14 *(Dru Down)* We use no parinoia Or dedication to our paper it's so deep The paraphan*lia to the Mobb Love to creep Our elevations is racin Up to the top Non-stop Wit a caulked back Glock Then hop Into some cut To then n***a skirt-skirt You notice I juss do some dirt I puttin in work I hit them were it hurt Crack yo spine time Instead of hittin 'em wit my nine I'm Strictly wit this hit Mobb sh** b**h! Recognize What a mutha f**a do is steal Right between your eyes The n***a was dead before he died I slide To the next scene To the next route I'm speakin on what I juss did at the head quarters An to my Mobb soldiers No one can fold us Readin the weakness like some Black Jack If n***as can't handle it They get stomped from that Mobb attack An if you come back from that stompin Lay low Got 'em Hard-headed n***as will get they head put on fire Verse 15 *(Ager Man)* It's A-G-E once again Pullin you n***as ho cards Strapped for them n***as that frontin like b**hes Tryin to act hard It ain't nothin but the mutha f**in Mobb in me I went from sellin coke on the block To doin robberies To 'luffin yo a** Stuffin yo a** Up in a trunk punk Caught wit a 3 Times circumstance like T-Funk Too soon for 'em Shoulda had a tomb for 'em Non-a** solider n***as There'd be no room for 'em When Pistols Blazin