Two Pistols - Strong Arm Steady, Mitchy Slick

You gon' need more than one gun if you gon' eat around here

My gangstas do more than stand around and drink beer

Niggas don’t squab no more it’s all gunplay

Talent that big yeah you gon' see him one day

Every OG got a youngster that’ll whack for him

And if he gets pissed he’ll dust off a old mac for him

Last couple niggas smoked got they whole wigs riddled

These niggas got some big ass guns that’s why I ride with two pistols

Yeah

Blast for your stash

I’m like Fat Albert’s younger homie Dumb Donald with the mask

Drunker than lil' Rass Kass of the flask

My eyes start getting all wide once I see cash

Lemon pepper sea bass

Sprinkling that Lawry’s seasoning

With a pinch of Mrs. Dash

Ashen’n my backwood packaging

While I break every letter down in my rap

Like an acronym

Whatever happened to that?

That nigga shit

Like 'em blacker than black

Pull out the mac from the back of the lac

That’s my nigga I’ll clap for him

The first rapper ever took me on tour

I’ll go to war for him

Go to the drawer for him

Pull out a couple of stacks

Either that or just dust of the gat

Yeah that

You gon' need more than one gun if you gon' eat around here

My gangstas do more than stand around and drink beer

Niggas don’t squab no more it’s all gunplay

Talent that big yeah you gon' see him one day

Every OG got a youngster that’ll whack for him

And if he gets pissed he’ll dust off a old mac for him

Last couple niggas smoked got they whole wigs riddled

These niggas got some big ass guns that’s why I ride with two pistols

I arise hit me knees and pray

And pull the Henny out

For my bredren in heaven I pour the Remy out

Fatal without doubt

Too many pennies

A little’s better than not any

Take it from me

Willy Hutch and the clutch off blunts and clear Belvederes

Nevada nights off white huntin' for Brittany Spears

Hear the boom blast

Fast as the words up out a DOOM mask

No school or class could the fool pass

Rescue please ???

President Hussein

Don’t let em shame your name and wish the truth came

Free the lame, art of war, armageddon for the future

Can’t tell the Saint from the shooter

Codeine supplement

Never seen such a crime scene like outsourced torture for the government

You gon' need more than one gun if you gon' eat around here

My gangstas do more than stand around and drink beer

Niggas don’t squab no more it’s all gunplay

Talent that big yeah you gon' see him one day

Every OG got a youngster that’ll whack for him

And if he gets pissed he’ll dust off a old mac for him

Last couple niggas smoked got they whole wigs riddled

These niggas got some big ass guns that’s why I ride with two pistols

Yeah that, you ain’t never lied

You qualified to be the south-east ghetto tour guide

Let’s slow ride and take a closer look inside

Trigger side, homicide

It’s like Amistad, swallow your pride

Like a super big gulp

Knocked out like the great white hope

Socked out, before you hit the floor

You hit the ropes hard

Bullet proof booth like the Pope Car

Vacation with your bitch send a post card

Corny like Carson Daly, this your last call

Put a gun straight to your head, hate to blast yall

So imma just stall y’all out

The little homey’s gonna air you out

When they see you with the bitch out

No doubt