Ludacris We Got Lyrics

[Ludacris]
DTP we got them guns that go...

[I-20]
Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, cold blooded killa
n____z recognize my name, I dub the young dealer
You better tell ya man that with the gauges I'm nice
Ill shoot up yall white shirts until yall look like dice
But I'm through with all the talking time to show all you n____z
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo...going through n____z
DTP we aint plying if you try to get our pen
A.K's get ta spraying like...
Bottom line that mean I'm bout it, any n____ want it, doubt it
Bust you in the broad day, on the street that's fully crowded
Find our hole and f__ots there, just for thinking its rap
And tell that pretty b____ thug we got some pretty big gats
Chaka say I'm shot out, and I tend to agree
So you should 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...

[t__y Boi]
Hammers, jam 'em, s_____ 'em, grab 'em
Can the an and f___ 'em, d___ '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-E-F shorty 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 b____es 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 Iraq
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 aint taking no more pictures, if you snap ima click
Anyway, plus I got bullets in the clip the size of Lil Fate
And I'm webbing choppers like heli-copters
You gon' need hella doctors, when the Glok go...

[Chingy]
Say on the set b____, better watch your lip that Tech be quick
20 over thurr, t__y over thurr, Luda over thurr, aint 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 n____ to flex with b____
Come on and test this, my gun I'm having s__ with s___
Put a bullet in (in) shoot it out, got them long horns like Texas b____
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a n____ disrespect this clique
My pistol grip sound like this...now what
Who want that they f___ed, when I c___ and load the cake, bust but
Yall cowards play tough, and my peeps we come to spray stuff up
Yall lives made up, like ugly hoes with make-up brah
We'll suit you up then toss yo a__ in the lake tough nut
I'm wrist rocky, like Sylvester Stallone
So thurr for you should invest, in a vest for ya dome
Cause I know you marks planning on getting me when I'm landing
Beast the nick, but my cannon go...

[Ludacris]
f___ a medic, we gon' call yo a__ a taxi cab
Bleedin so hard you'll need a life sized Maxi pad
So flip the script and tell your woman its your time on the month
A.K. 47 for the n____z who's really looking for heaven and a 9 for you chumps
Got killaz in my squad and I'm the nicest one in my group
But I got bananas for you n____z and I aint talking bout fruit
Ill pay your CAB BACK with the BLACK MACK
Till your BACK CRACK, got the GAT BACK like...CLAK CLAK CLAK
Swallow a hollow make 'em digest a 50 caliber
Yo 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 greezy, I'm starting the show
My Uzi got a drum roll, it goes...