Twista Warm Embrace Lyrics

[Liffy Stokes]
It's like I got the 4-4 c___ed
On the block in it two door dropped
And my spot is keepin but hot
The p____-a__ cop throw some murder in the lot
My n____ 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'ma start squeezin these
Them n____s ain't G's, they wanna be thugs
And it ain't s___, to slang these m_________in slugs
The fools ainn't 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
Busted in 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____ ride
I know the homicide is being carried out in official
n____s steady b__pin gums, 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

[Chorus]
I got plenty love for the 4-4
But when I pick it up, I don't wanna let it go
Because a n____ 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 kill
But still I bust because I'm needin' your warm embrace
All you m____fuckas better duck and hide
Before I let it ride, the sucka 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 m____fuckas better get wise
Make sure your first shot is sweet, tryin to kill the elite
Cause you ain't gettin no more tries
Hate to make a nubian mother weep, but f___ it
Long as I don't hear the hoe cry
Split a beam between his eyes and make that b____ n____ so wise
No matter what the size of the warm embrace of my forty-five
Make sure the n____ crossed dies
You don't wanna throw them thangs
Cause when I c___ed 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 tunnel of crime
But n____s 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 s___ puts me on ten
And make me wanna put the barrel of this solid fiend
Upon under that n____'s chin, plus he talkin big s___ about war
Like he don't know my Speedknot Mob gon' win
But I dare one of you n____s 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 pen
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'ma catch a case
Maybe you hoes fear the wrath of my warm embrace

[Chorus]

[Twista]
With you my passion, 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 m_________ers gotsta be ruckus
When I get my clutches upon this hoe
Itchin' to let the barrel blow
Like a sparrow, how it flow, like an arrow, geronimo
Spit 'em up and swallow slow
I reload, clippin' your a__ crack, you constantly blast back
Payback from flashback, some b____es know
Bust 'til I see the chrome from the intro
You was f___ed from the phasin', deep with the cuts and abrasion
Erupts and amazin', n____, 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 list
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____
Tryin' to pimp her but she a wild and a tame thang
Kick a static on when she g_______, blast in the fullest moon
n____s 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 drawin 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 b____
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

[Chorus]

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