Toolz Of The Trade

Take it back to like motherfucking 80s and shit

**** used to be passing them thangs, you know what I'm saying

My first love was a deuce-deuce, nice and slim

Tucked in my Chucker boots, what a priceless gem

When I took her out to the clubs, we got right in

She kept me safe, even held me down in fights with men

I like my murda mamis loud and thick

Handle tight on grip, not shy to spit

Make daddy proud of shit

Four foot' five hooker, move the whole crowd looker

Short stack black, well-done beef cooker

My tre-eighty kept me crazy dunn, she had me whipped

In the whip high, riding by, ready to spit

She like to talk shit, she's a cocky bitch

Firm grip, all black, like liquorice

I sleep with hoes and, creep with hoes

Eat off hoes, I love these four-fours

Or the 9 double, in the L Bubble

Smash security with sumthin, we all in the scunnel

These are the tools of the trade That we use to get paid

When we cruise in Escalades on escapades With guns ablaze

Been amazed since the younger age, saved from the hunger pain

Bang when the trouble came, Pioneers of gun slang

How you with them things? A little somethin' somethin'

Fire to the game My system be thumping (Pa-POY-POY!)

Pa-POY-POY! The sounds of guns bussin'

Pa-POY-POY! Your heart just stopped pumping

It was love at first sight when I burst the pipe

Off the project roof in the middle of night

On the block, Independence day, pistols ignite

Ghetto tunes we vibe to, write rhymes and recite

****, my forty-four was raw, she had me wired

Had my dick rock-solid, first time I fired

Had a sis that was silent, Smif-N-Wessun medallion

Only fuck with professionals, and kids with thousands

One bitch her ass was plump

Nickname China shotgun, **** used to love how she pumped

She kept the money looking double barrel

Shoe string around my neck, the whole party peril(?)

You run your whole apparel

Boots, coats, chains, rings and wallets

Break your pockets. Love when **** think they brolic

Jump up and wanna wrestle, dog we don't tussle

Squeeze off, let a gang of little pellets touch you

These are the tools of the trade That we use to get paid

When we cruise in Escalades on escapades With guns ablaze

Been amazed since the younger age, saved from the hunger pain

Bang when the trouble came, Pioneers of gun slang

How you with them things? A little somethin' somethin'

Fire to the game My system be thumping

Pa-POY-POY! The sounds of guns bussin'

Pa-POY-POY! Your heart just stopped pumping

Get 'em at six, when they brains open a range

Show 'em the reins, and how to squeeze eight of them things

Let them grow for a spell, then I catch 'em at twelve

With the one in their head, that's how I'm taking the L

When they graduate to sixteen, it's all bets off

Shells casings no relations, when the semi's lettin off

My nine milli had me silly, smoking 'dro in phillies

Feeling like a big Willy, takin' cabs to the city

Seven-forty illy, twisting the sticky hash from Ricky

Trigger itchy, nice and slippy, fuck wit me

Have you ever seen a forty five before?

Big Mac-11 nozzle right 'pon your jaw

These are the tools of the trade That we use to get paid

When we cruise in Escalades on escapades With guns ablaze

Been amazed since the younger age, saved from the hunger pain

Bang when the trouble came, Pioneers of gun slang

How you with them things? A little somethin' somethin'

Fire to the game My system be thumping

Pa-POY-POY! The sounds of guns bussin'

Pa-POY-POY! Your heart just stopped pumping

Your heart just stopped pumping

Your heart just stopped pumping

(Flatline) It's what we do (Flatline)

It's what we are (Flatline)

Smif-N-Wessun, Tek and Steele, Cocoa B's

Cocoa B's, PNC

**** you love to hate (either or, you wanna be)

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