We Got (Explicit)-Ludacris/Chingy/I-20/Tity Boi

[ti:We Got] [ar:Ludacris] [al:Chicken-n-Beer] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]We Got - Ludacris [00:04.92]Written by：Chris Bridges/Howard Bailey/Bobby Sandimanie/Tauheed Epps/Jordan Houston/Paul Beauregard [00:09.84]DTP we got them guns that go [00:11.67] [00:12.98]Yea I'm all about that pistol player cold blooded killer [00:16.06]Niggas recognize my name I dub the young dealer [00:19.49]You better tell ya man that with the gages I'm nice [00:22.54]I'll shoot up y'all white shirts until you all look like dice [00:25.83]But I'm through with all the talking time to show all you niggas [00:28.85]I 2-0 I'm like J-Lo going through niggas [00:32.19]DTP we ain't playing if you try to get our pen [00:35.50]AK's get to spraying like [00:37.31] [00:38.77]Bottom line that mean I'm about it any ni**a want it doubt it [00:41.96]Bust you in the broad day on a street that's fully crowded [00:45.04]Come on a hole inside your chest just for thinking it's rap [00:48.33]And tell that pretty b**ch thug we got some pretty big gats [00:51.51]Chaka say I'm shot out and I tend to agree [00:54.65]So you should watch what you saying if it's intended for me [00:57.92]So be careful what you starting let my fingers do the walking [01:01.28]And that Uzi get to talking like [01:03.13] [01:05.11]Hammers jam 'em snatch 'em grab 'em [01:06.98]Can the an and f**k 'em damn 'em [01:08.40]Press him man him scared him teared him kneed him up [01:10.41]Bake him take him beat him up I hate I hate I eat him up [01:13.71]A B C D E F shawty is you a G or what [01:16.93]Now it's just me and my nuts that's all I got in this world [01:20.04]I'm pulling pistols out my stomach and throwing them b**ches up like earl [01:23.56]Serving the club head shot scattered covered run scram 'em [01:26.57]I'm 38 hot with a pearl handle [01:28.85] [01:30.83]And I'm throwing techs like a NBA ref [01:33.44]I got all gold guns like they came from I RAQ [01:36.72]Artillery could it be I got all kinds of these pistols [01:39.97]I point my gun at ya homeboy make ya own folks hit ya [01:43.30]And they ain't taking no more pictures if you snap I'mma click [01:46.00]Anyway plus I got bullets in the clip the size of lil fate [01:50.01]And I'm waving choppers like heli copters [01:52.67]You gonna need hella doctors when the glok go [01:54.96] [01:56.78]Say on the set b**ch better watch your lip those tecs be quick [01:59.97]20 over thurr tity over thurr luda over thurr ain't no exit trick [02:03.04]Us you don't mess with we got them guns like action flicks [02:06.28]Reload with the next clip I'm the wrong ni**a to flex with b**ch [02:09.62]Come on and test this my gun I'm having sex with sh*t [02:12.69]Put a bullet in in shoot it out got them long horns like texas b**ch [02:15.97]Look at my necklace maybe hit a ni**a disrespect this click [02:19.37]My pistol grip sound like this now what [02:20.90] [02:22.56]Who want that they f**ked when I cock and load the cake bust bust [02:25.63]You all cowards play tough and my peeps we come to spray stuff up [02:28.87]You all lives made up like ugly hoes with make up bra [02:32.04]We'll suit you up then toss yo a** in the lake tough nut [02:35.39]My wrist rocky like sylvester stallone [02:38.09]So thurr for you should invest in a vest for your dome [02:41.21]Cause I know you marks planning on getting me when I'm landing [02:44.42]Peace to nick but my cannon go [02:46.23] [02:47.84]F**k a medic we gonna call yo a** a taxi cab [02:51.06]Bleeding so hard you'll need a life size maxi pad [02:54.11]So flip the script and tell your woman it's your time of the month [02:57.10]AK47 for the niggas who's really [02:58.92]Looking for heaven and a 9 for you chumps [03:00.52]Got killers in my squad and I'm the nicest one in my group [03:03.66]But I got bananas for you niggas and I ain't talking about fruit [03:06.95]I'll peel your cap back with the black MAC [03:09.58]'Til your back crack cock the gat back like clak clak clak [03:14.07]Swallow a hallow make 'em digest with a 50 caliber [03:16.83]Yo futures not looking so good tomorrow's not on your calendar [03:20.08]I do away with the amateurs they breathing too long [03:23.18]I'll leave 'em coughing like the sound effects you hear in this song [03:26.36]My shotguns are cold and hard but my desert is easy [03:29.88]And my triggers are always talking about some squeeze me squeeze me [03:33.12]And for these fakers talking greasy I'm starting the show [03:36.04]My uzi got a drum roll it goes