[Intro:]
Yea! A-Team Nigga, 50 Cent..
[Hook: 50 Cent]
We got them semi automatics
And we got them revolvers
We them niggas you should get at
If you got a problem
When them hollow tips hit 'em
Man that should solve 'em
We got the lugers with rugers and M1s and they all for sale
That 9mm, got that 10mm
And that little duece duece (and they all for sale)
Got that new trey pound, And that old four pound
You can use once or twice (and they all for sale)
[Verse 1: Hitchcock]
When it comes to the beef, I been a vet
Got an AK, SKs and the InterTech
If your into vests, I got hollows for the pistol
Official, That rip through your skin and flesh
We the wrong men to test, I got a gun
Dont try to run when you see the long Amiff n Wess
Cause you dont wanna see me hyper
I keep the pump in the trunk like the DC sniper
And its next to the dusty crate
With the lugers and rugers and the rusty Eigth
And most of the custies hate (Why?)
Cause I got so many guns, they think I must be Jake
I'm tryna get dough, everybody get low
Cause I still won't hessitate to let the Tech blow
Your whole team is petrol
Cause everybody know we stay strapped like cocaine and Freddro (So?)
When you see me burn rubber
I put the 45 to your jersey like Jordan returning
Yea! A-Team Nigga, 50 Cent..
[Hook: 50 Cent]
We got them semi automatics
And we got them revolvers
We them niggas you should get at
If you got a problem
When them hollow tips hit 'em
Man that should solve 'em
We got the lugers with rugers and M1s and they all for sale
That 9mm, got that 10mm
And that little duece duece (and they all for sale)
Got that new trey pound, And that old four pound
You can use once or twice (and they all for sale)
[Verse 1: Hitchcock]
When it comes to the beef, I been a vet
Got an AK, SKs and the InterTech
If your into vests, I got hollows for the pistol
Official, That rip through your skin and flesh
We the wrong men to test, I got a gun
Dont try to run when you see the long Amiff n Wess
Cause you dont wanna see me hyper
I keep the pump in the trunk like the DC sniper
And its next to the dusty crate
With the lugers and rugers and the rusty Eigth
And most of the custies hate (Why?)
Cause I got so many guns, they think I must be Jake
I'm tryna get dough, everybody get low
Cause I still won't hessitate to let the Tech blow
Your whole team is petrol
Cause everybody know we stay strapped like cocaine and Freddro (So?)
When you see me burn rubber
I put the 45 to your jersey like Jordan returning
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