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Grand Daddy IU

We Got Da Gats

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[ VERSE 1: Grand Daddy IU ]Bo! Bo! Bo! gimme all your dough, boy, it`s like thatYou ain`t got a gun, so how the hell you gonna fight back?You got to be out your mindI put you in the firing line and hit you off with the nineAnd bounce with the 40oz. off on a missionItchin to send a nigga to the morticianLeavin a bloody-ass mess, you best be blessedAnything test, pick up lead to the chestFor those who got questions ( *gunshot* ) there`s your answerSmoked so many niggaz, my gun got cancerSendin heads spinnin like spokes when I smoke folksYou want a head-up? Yo kid, you got jokesKill all the crap and knock it offUnless you got a S on your chest I suggest you break northCause the blood flow`s thick when the slug goesStraight through your back from the .38 snub noseThink you some type of thug or a muggerBecause you got a head full of gas and a Louisville sluggerWell, I got somethin more fat, it`s called a gatAnd you can`t beat that with a baseball batSo take your corny ass homeBefore I get vexed and put the Tec to your domeNow what`s up, nigga[ CHORUS ]You got your hands, we gots the gatsYou got your hands, we gots the gatsYou got your hands, we gots the gatsAnd while you punks shootin joints, boy, the crew bust caps[ VERSE 2: Grand Daddy IU ]Yo, here I go again, rollin with a fat Mac-10And my nutsack`s swinging dead smack on your chinI shoot to win, breakin all laws in your areaCausin hysteria, pause or I bury yaPunk, that`s how it goes, I ain`t tradin no blowsI cop the glock and blow the snot out your noseYou choose to scrap, I`m movin backYour hands can`t bruise the mackWho use the gat, so fuck thatCall the police, boy, I got a nine mill` pieceLoaded, cocked and aimed at your grill pieceYou say you`re good with your fists, so swing at thisMy clips got 16 shots and don`t missSo get strong, bring it on, nigga, yeah set itClaim you got a knuckle game, boy, you get deadedTo hell with swingin a right try to fightI ain`t throwin love taps, I bust caps, aight?Yeah, so drop your dukes or get hit upYou get lit up, did up, can`t get up so get your shit upI`m firm, my gun bust off like spermPlus my hobby and job is buckin niggaz full-termSo yo, you better slide off the sceneCause all you got is 52 blocks, I got a M-16Punk[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 3: Grand Daddy IU ]Lick a shot, lick a shot and another dead copWhen the cop said stop, so I made his head popPulled the trigger, nigga didn`t know who I amBam-blam, now his ass in a jamTryin to get slick was a bad pickBrothers get had quick, the Steady Flow niggaz is mad thickSuckers I run through easy as 1-2I don`t know kung-fu but I bet you my gun doAnd that`s the way it`s goin down, word to James BrownSave the games, clown before your back hit the groundCause any fool who try to face the black guyWounds I inflict need more than peroxideI ain`t just givin you a scarWhen I drop bombs your own moms won`t even know who you areSo how you feel about that, you `bout to get jackedYou got your hands, my man, I got the gat

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