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I-20

Yeah, I'm on tha block that pistol-play a cold blooded killa/  n*ggas recognize
my name/  I-dub, tha young dealer/  you better tell ya' man that wit' tha guages
I'm nice/  I'll shoot up ya'll white shirts until ya'll look like dice/  but I'm
through wit'all tha talkin' time to show all you n*ggas/  I-2-0/  I'm like J-Lo/
 goin' through n*ggas/  DTP, we ain't playin' if you try to get our pay &
ak's get 2 sprayin' like.........../  Bottom line that mean I'm bout it/  any
n*gga want it, doubt it/  bust you in tha broad day/  on a street that's fully
crowded/  find a whole inside ya chest/  just 4 thinkin' it's rap/ and tell
that pretty bitch thug we got some pretty big gats/  Shawka say I'm shot out/ 
& I tend 2 agree/  so you should watch what you sayin' if it's intended 4
me/  So be careful what you startin' let my fingers do tha walkin'/ & that
uzi get 2 talkin' like!.................



Titi Boi

Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, grab 'em, can tha anna'(animosity), f*ck 'em,
damn 'em, press 'em, man 'em, scan 'em, tan 'em, heat 'em up/  bake 'em, take
'em, beat 'em up/  I hate a hater, I eat 'em up/  A,B,C,D,E,F/  Shawty is you a
G or what?/ Now it's just me & my nuts that's all I got in this world/  I'm
pullin' pistols out my stomach & throwin' them b*tches up like
"earls"/  servin' tha club head shots/ scattered, covered, run,
scramble I'm thirty-eight, Hot wit' a pearl handle................/  and I'm
throwin' 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 hitcha/  & ain't takin' no more pictures if
you snap I'm a click any way/  plus I got bullets in tha clip tha size of Lil'
Fate/  & I'm wavin' choppers like helicopters/  You gon' need hella doctors
when the glock go!.....................



Chingy

Uh, Stay on tha set b*tch!/  better watch yo' lip that tech spit quick/  20
over thur, Titi over thur, Luda over thur/  Ain't no exit trick/  Us you don't
mess wit'/  we got them guns like action flicks/  Reload wit' tha next clip/ 
I'm tha wrong n*gga 2 flex wit' b*tch/  Come on & test this/  My gun I'm
havin' sex wit', sh*t/ Put a bullet in, shoot it out, got them long horns like
Texas b*tch/  Look at my necklace/  Make me hit a n*gga, disrespect this
clique/  my pistol grip sounds like this.........../

Now what?/  Who want they day f*cked?/  When I cock unload that "K"
bust but/  Ya'll cowards play tough/  & my peeps we come 2 spray stuff up/ 
Ya'll lives made up/  like ugly hoes wit' make-up bruh/  We 'a shoot you up then
toss yo' ass in a lake tough nut/  My wrist rocky like Sylvester Stallone, so
thur4 you should invest in a vest 4 ya' dome/  Cause I know you marks plannin'
on gettin' me when I'm landin'/  Peace 2 Nick/  but my cannon
go!..................



Ludacris

F*ck a medic we gon' call yo' ass a taxi cab/  Bleedin' so hard you'll need a
life size maxi pad/  So flip tha script & tell yo' woman it's yo' time of
tha month/  AK47 for tha n*ggas that's really lookin' 4 heaven & a nine 4
you chumps/  Got killas on my squad and I'm tha nicest 1 in my group/  But I
got bananas 4 you n*ggas and I ain't talkin' bout fruit/  I'll peel ya cap
back/  Wit' tha black mac/  'Til ya back crack/  Cock tha gat back
like.................Clack! Clack! Clack!/  Swallow a hollow/  Make 'em digest
wit' tha 50 caliber/  Your future's not lookin' so good/  Tomorrow's not on
your calendar, I/  do away wit' tha amateurs they breathin' too long/  I leave
'em coughin' like tha sound effect you hear in this song/  My shotguns are cold
and hard but my desert is easy/  & my triggers are always talkin' about
some, "squeeze me, squeeze me"/  & 4 these fakers talkin' greasy
I'm startin' tha show/  My uzi got a drum roll it goes!....................../
Uh, Yeah!