We Got Lyrics - Disturbing Tha Peace

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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 xxxxx 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/ abcdef/ 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 xxxx 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' xxx 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' xxx 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/ xxxx 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!

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