The Legendary Traxster - Warm Embrace lyrics

[Liffy Stokes] It's like I got the 4-4 co*ked On the block in it two door dropped Iron my spot is keepin but hot The p**y-a** cop throw some murder in the lot My n***a got popped with a bullet that was meant for me The adapt by T's and B's and the regencies f** what the reason be, I'mma start squeezin these Them n***as ain't G's, they wanna be thugs And it ain't sh**, these ain't no motherf**in slugs The fools and plugged plus ain't no hoes over here I done dropped more dead bodies than tears Brought to life momma's worst fears Pictures of a son dyin from that hot ones flyin Baby mama's cryin at the funeral Cause the magnum lit him like a Black & Mild When I rolled out on his a** on the solo I caught him up on mo-mo cookin up co-co I got to tip on the low-low Bust it there like po-po takin lives with the, oh no It's a 4-4, mini-missle with a silencer for the whistle My favorite pistol, cause when I let that b**h ride I know the homicide is being carried out in official n***as steady bumpin guns, but don't want none Because of these hot ones that explode on contact A manic that's prepared to die in combat Besides all that a 4-4 keeps me laced, don't be petty to say I can see the fear in your face As I reach my waist for this warm embrace [Hook] I got plenty love for the 4-4 But when I pick it up, I don't wanna let it go Because a n***a straight lovin' your warm embrace I got plenty love for the 4-5 But when I pick it up, I don't wanna let it ride But still I bust cause I survive from your warm embrace I got plenty love for the nine-mill And when I pick it up, I don't really wanna k** But still I bust because I'm needin' your warm embrace All you muthaf**as better duck and hide Before I let it ride, the s**a stepped aside Still I bust because I'm lovin' your warm embrace [Mayz] I love the element of surprise when I'm taking these hoes lives With my customized 4-5 Get enough ammunition to knock off you, your crew and some more guys You muthaf**as better get wise Make sure your first shot is sweet, tryin to k** the elite Cause you ain't gettin no more tries Hate to make a nubian mother weap, but f** it Long as I don't hear the ho cry Split a beam between his eyes and make that b**h n***a soul rise No matter what the size of the warm embrace of my forty-five Make sure the n***a crossed through dies You don't wanna throw them thangs Cause when I co*ked and aim it's time to think in a split second time But Mayz ain't new to the game I use the spark when the shots light up this thunderin crime But n***as get bucked for dime and it's like you're a magnet for sin Punk pretend to be your friend til they get close enough to your ends To do you in, that sh** puts me on ten And make me wanna put the barrel of this solid fin Upon under that n***a's chin, plus he talkin big sh** about war Like he don't know my Speedknot Mob gon' win But I dare one of you n***as to say my name Cause I put a f**in bullet into your closest kin Just to get under your skin like a dirty syringe Plus I know you can't win with a gun or a pin So when you see Mayz come in the place you better say your grace Before I f** up your face like a can of mace Before I get disgraced, I'mma catch a case Maybe you hoes fear the wrath of my warm embrace [Hook] [Twista] With you my pa**ion, nina squeeze off seventeen, for sure Hold you ever so tightly, I love you nina and never wanna let you go Miss Millimeter's makin a mockery of motherf**ers gots to be ruckus When I get my clutches upon this ho Itchin' to let the barrel blow Like a sparrow, hollows flow, like an arrow, follow most Spit 'em up and swallow slow I reload, clippin' your a** crack, you constantly blast back Payback from flashback, some b**hes know Bust 'til I see the crow from the intro You was f**ed from the phasin', deep with the cuts and abrasions Erupts and amazin', n***a, my nina bucked f** the gazin and enemies get tore up from the blazin Fool you be burnin' them with your black a** Murderous hips, hurtin' the grips, ride on personal licks Deposition die for servin' them six Everyone of 'em with a hit but some are missin' of a jerk to the kick Cause I be working my b**h Tryin' to pimp her but she a wild and a tame thang Kick a static on when she g**n, blast in the fullest moon n***as better pull it soon or else suffer hellafied bullet wounds And even though I stay clubbed with some thugs, why call 'em stug When it comes to her love, it's none above she draw mo' blood Static under the bra cause everytime I take a hit at the bud And give you a hug you gon' pop up a slug Drinkin' remy on the block, gotta bust the Glock When the henny hit the chest, bustin' smith-n-wess f** the discussion, I'm bustin' 'em all, clutchin' my balls If I see y'all be laid to rest, let me hit the sess Loose revolver used to be a problem solver But the nina made me a baller No strap could take the place of the black nine Leave 'em flat lines, feelin' fury, you was born to taste From my warm embrace [Hook] I got plenty love for the 4-4, 4-4, 4-4 Warm embrace I got plenty love for the 4-5 (4-5), 4-5 (4-5), 4-5 Warm embrace I got plenty love for the nine-mill (Nine-mill), nine-mill