We Got - Ludacris, Chingy, I-20

DTP we got them guns that go

*Gunshots*

Yea I’m all about that pistol player, cold blooded killer

Niggas recognize my name, I dub the young dealer

You better tell ya man that with the gages I’m nice

Ill shoot up y’all white shirts until you all look like dice

But I’m through with all the talking time to show all you niggas

I 2−0, I’m like J-Lo…going through niggas

DTP we ain’t playing if you try to get our pay

And them A. K's get to spraying like

Bottom line that mean I’m bout it, any nigga want it, doubt it

Bust you in the broad day, on a street that’s fully crowded

You’ll find a hole inside your chest, just for thinking it’s rap

So tell that pretty bitch thug we got some pretty big gats

Chaka say I’m shot out, and I tend to agree

So you should watch what you saying if it’s intended for me

So be careful what you starting, let my fingers do the walking

And that Uzi get to talking like *Gun Sound*

Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, grab 'em

Can the an and fuck 'em, damn 'em

Press him, man him, scared him, teared him, kneed him up

Bake him, take him, beat him up, I hate I hate, I eat him up

A-B-C-D-E-F shawty is you a G or what

Now it’s just me and my nuts, that’s all I got in this world

I’m pulling pistols out my stomach and throwing them bitches up like earl

Serving the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em

I’m 38, hot with a pearl handle

And I’m throwing techs like a NBA ref

I got, all gold guns like they came from I-RAQ

Artillery, could it be I got all kinds of these pistols

I point my gun at ya homeboy make ya own folks hit ya

And they ain’t taking no more pictures, if you snap I’mma click

Anyway, plus I got bullets in the clip the size of Lil Fate

And I’m waving choppers like heli-copters

You gonna need hella doctors, when the glok go *Gun Sound*

Say on the set bitch, better watch your lip those Tecs spit quick

20 over thurr, Tity over thurr, Luda over thurr, ain’t no exit trick

Us you don’t mess with, we got them guns like action flicks

Reload with the next clip, I’m the wrong nigga to flex with bitch

Come on and test this, my gun I’m having sex with shit

Put a bullet in (in) shoot it out, got them long horns like Texas bitch

Look at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect this click

My pistol grip sound like this… now what

Who want they day fucked, when I cock and load the K, bust bust

Y’all cowards play tough, and my peeps we come to spray stuff up

Y’all lives made up, like ugly hoes with make-up bra

We’ll shoot you up then toss yo ass in the lake tough nut

My wrist rocky like Sylvester Stallone

So thurr for you should invest, in a vest for your dome

Cause I know you marks planning on getting me when I’m landing

Peace to Nick, but my cannon go *Gun Sound*

Fuck a medic, we gonna call yo ass a taxi cab

Bleeding so hard you’ll need a life size maxi pad

So flip the script and tell your woman its your time of the month

AK-47 for the niggas who’s really looking for heaven and a 9 for you chumps

Got killers in my squad and I’m the nicest one in my group

But I got bananas for you niggas and I ain’t talking bout fruit

I’ll peel your cap back with the black mac

'Til your back crack, cock the gat back like (clak clak clak)

Swallow a hollow make 'em digest with a 50 caliber

Your futures not looking so good, tomorrows not on your calendar

I do away with the amateurs, they breathing too long

Ill leave 'em coughing like the sound effects you hear in this song

My shotguns are cold and hard, but my

desert is easy

And my triggers are always talking about some squeeze me, squeeze me

And for these fakers talking greasy, I’m starting the show

My uzi got a drum roll, it goes *Gun Sound*