Field Mob

Pistol Grip

Field Mob


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 

[Hook] 

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 

[Hook - 2X]