Field Mob - Pistol Grip lyrics

rate me

Nowadays girls and boys wanna lick me

Her put her tongue on me him pull his gun onme

I won't let 'em get me I stay strapped

In case I try to stick her and he try to stick me

So I'm... packin my magnums

In case I gotta blast one

The only time I'm leakin out my head is when I'm sweatin

You ain't gon have me layin dead in my Chevy

I worked hard for my rings shades and bracelet

He left dead came to take it brains eraded

He bled red stains in pavement

His crane split slain he lay stiff.. think about it...

Before you make that move this be ya warning

He's ready to be squeezed like an orange

Bullets penetrate ya (bleedin like menustration)

I'ma empty out (more shells) than in (Run-D.M.C.'s) closet

I got my..

Pistol grip on the side of me

And ain't no bitch gon catch me slippin cause it ride wit me

I got my heater in my lap I'm squeezin on my strap

Try me you'll bleed

I let it rip empty the clip

Run up you'll die in these streets

Shawn Jay known to rip a instrumental

You can bleed like I wrote pen but this one in a pencil

Starvin artist I paint a picture

Way I (touch O's) everyday for me like a game of (Twister)

Achievement say I'm a legend

Ghetto bitches be wishin they could spend a day in my presence

I'm stackin plenty dough I stay on cloud nine

Like 2Pac in "I Ain't Mad At Cha" video

Now start with me I'ma target ya click

The (Scope) I got ain't the type you (gargle and spit)

It sit on top of the fifth small semi's and 4-4s

Heat'll leave a enemy so cold

Thirty feet away with one eye squinted

You look like the man on the fuckin Public Enemy logo

First nigga start shit

Watch the tech spray a flame like a airbrush artist

Shiit.. I'll die for mine you aint gon take it wit ease

You better go (jack monterey) for his (cheese)

You run up on me in my 745 Beamer

You catch 7 shots from my 45... eat em

In my lap is where the heat's kept

I ride strapped and I ain't talkin about no seatbelts

When I pull shoot and blast I'm aimin at cha head

To make sure you dead you better wear a bullsetproof mask

It's no secret I keep the nina

It sit soul/sole food like sneaker cleaner

I sell those pies I tell no lies

Cookies same size as Tickle-Me-Elmo's eyes

You don't know no dirt

I'll put a hole through the head of the horse in ya polo shirt

Like a nerd in a science fair hang around projects

Bluck! when I stop by