We Got Lyrics

I-20
Yeah, I'm on tha block that pistol-play a cold blooded
killa/ n*ggas recognize my name/ I-dub,
tha young dealer/ you better tell ya' man that wit'
tha guages I'm nice/ I'll shoot up ya'll white shirts
until ya'll look like dice/ but I'm through wit'all
tha talkin' time to show all you n*ggas/ I-2-0/ I'm
like J-Lo/ goin' through n*ggas/ DTP,
we ain't playin' if you try to get our pay & ak's get
2 sprayin' like...........
/ Bottom line that mean I'm bout it/ any n*gga want
it, doubt it/ bust you in tha broad day/ on a street
that's fully crowded/ find a whole inside ya chest/
just 4 thinkin' it's rap/ and tell that pretty bitch
thug we got some pretty big gats/ Shawka say I'm shot
out/ & I tend 2 agree/ so you should watch what you
sayin' if it's intended 4 me/ So be careful what you
startin' let my fingers do tha walkin'/ & that uzi
get 2 talkin' like!.................

Titi Boi
Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em,
grab 'em, can tha anna'(animosity),
f*ck 'em, damn 'em, press 'em,
man 'em, scan 'em, tan 'em,
heat 'em up/ bake 'em, take 'em,
beat 'em up/ I hate a hater,
I eat 'em up/ A,B,C,D,E,F/ Shawty is you a G or what?/
Now it's just me & my nuts that's all I got in this
world/ I'm pullin' pistols out my stomach & throwin'
them b*tches up like "earls"/ servin' tha club head
shots/ scattered, covered,
run, scramble I'm thirty-eight,
Hot wit' a pearl handle...
............./ and I'm throwin' techs/ 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 hitcha/ & ain't takin' no more pictures if you
snap I'm a click any way/ plus I got bullets in tha
clip tha size of Lil' Fate/ & I'm wavin' choppers
like helicopters/ You gon' need hella doctors when
the glock go!.....................
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Chingy
Uh, Stay on tha set b*tch!
/ better watch yo' lip that tech spit quick/ 20 over
thur, Titi over thur, Luda over thur/ Ain't no exit
trick/ Us you don't mess wit'/ we got them guns like
action flicks/ Reload wit' tha next clip/ I'm tha
wrong n*gga 2 flex wit' b*tch/ Come on & test this/
My gun I'm havin' sex wit',
sh*t/ Put a bullet in, shoot it out,
got them long horns like Texas b*tch/ Look at my necklace/
Make me hit a n*gga, disrespect this clique/ my pistol
grip sounds like this.........../
Now what?/ Who want they day f*cked?
/ When I cock unload that "K" bust but/ Ya'll cowards
play tough/ & my peeps we come 2 spray stuff up/
Ya'll lives made up/ like ugly hoes wit' make-up bruh/
We 'a shoot you up then toss yo' ass in a lake tough
nut/ My wrist rocky like Sylvester Stallone,
so thur4 you should invest in a vest 4 ya' dome/ Cause
I know you marks plannin' on gettin' me when I'm landin'/
Peace 2 Nick/ but my cannon go!..................

Ludacris
F*ck a medic we gon' call yo' ass a taxi cab/ Bleedin'
so hard you'll need a life size maxi pad/ So flip
tha script & tell yo' woman it's yo' time of tha month/
AK47 for tha n*ggas that's really lookin' 4 heaven
& a nine 4 you chumps/ Got killas on my squad and
I'm tha nicest 1 in my group/ But I got bananas 4
you n*ggas and I ain't talkin' bout fruit/ I'll peel
ya cap back/ Wit' tha black mac/ 'Til ya back crack/
Cock tha gat back like...
..............Clack! Clack!
Clack!/ Swallow a hollow/ Make 'em digest wit' tha
50 caliber/ Your future's not lookin' so good/ Tomorrow's
not on your calendar, I/ do away wit' tha amateurs
they breathin' too long/ I leave 'em coughin' like
tha sound effect you hear in this song/ My shotguns
are cold and hard but my desert is easy/ & my triggers
are always talkin' about some,
"squeeze me, squeeze me"/ & 4 these fakers talkin'
greasy I'm startin' tha show/ My uzi got a drum roll
it goes!....................../ Uh, Yeah!