Letra da Música We Got

[Ludacris]

DTP we got them guns that go...

[I-20]

Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, cold blooded killa

Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the young dealer

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

I'll shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all look like dice

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

niggaz

I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo... going through niggaz

DTP we ain't plying if you try to get our payin

A.K's get ta spraying like...

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

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

Find our hole and inside your chest, just for thinking its rap

And 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 what you saying if it's intended for me

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

And that oozy get to talking like...

[Titi Boi]

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

Can the an and fuck 'em, damn 'em

Press him, man him, scarin him, teared him, heat him up

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

A-B-C-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 text 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 ain't taking no more pictures, if you snap I'ma click

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

And I'm wavin choppers like heli-copters

You gon' need hella doctors, when the glok go....

[Chingy]

Say on the set bitch, better watch your lip that text be 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 ngga disrespect this click

My pistol grip sound like this...now what

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

bust

Yall cowards play tough, and my peeps we come to spray stuff up

Yall 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 ya dome

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

Peace to nick, but my cannon go...

[Ludacris]

Fuck a medic, we gon' call yo ass a taxi cab

Bleedin so hard you'll need a life size maxi pad

So flip the script and tell your woman its your time on the

month

A.K. 47 for the niggaz 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 niggaz and I ain't talking bout fruit

I'll peel your CAP BACK with the BLACK MACK

Till your BACK CRACK, cock the GAT BACK like... CLAK CLAK CLAK

Swallow a hallow make 'em digest with a 50 caliber

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

I, do away with the amateurs, they breathing too long

I'll 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...