We Got Ludacris (Ft. 2 Chainz, Chingy & I-20)

[Intro: Ludacris]
DTP we got them guns that go
*Gunshots*

[Verse 1: I-20]
Yea I'm all about that pistol player, cold blooded killer
Niggas recognize my name, I dub the young dealer
You better tell ya man that with the gages I'm nice
Ill shoot up y'all white shirts until you all look like dice
But I'm through with all the talking time to show all you niggas
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo, blowing through niggas (damn!)
DTP we ain't playing if you try to get our pay
And them A.K's get to spraying like
Bottom line that mean I'm bout it, any nigga want it? Doubt it
Bust you in the broad day, on a street that's fully crowded
You’ll find a hole inside your chest, just for thinking it's rap
So tell that pretty bitch thug we got some pretty big gats
Chaka say I'm shot out, and I tend to agree
So you should watch what you saying if it's intended for me
So be careful what you starting, let my fingers do the walking
And that Uzi get to talking like *Gun Sound*

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, grab 'em
Can the an and fuck 'em, damn 'em
Press him, man him, scared him, teared him, kneed him up
Bake him, take him, beat him up, I hate a hater, I eat him up
A-B-C-D-E-F shawty is you a G or what
Now it's just me and my nuts, that's all I got in this world
I'm pulling pistols out my stomach and throwing them bitches up like hurl
Serving the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot with a pearl handle
And I'm throwing 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 hit ya
And they ain't taking no more pictures, if you snap I'mma click
Anyway, plus I got bullets in the clip the size of Lil Fate
And I'm waving choppers like heli-copters
You gonna need hella doctors, when the glok go *Gun Sound*