Pistol Pistol - Obie Trice

O' Trice c’mon

Yeah, niggas got me

I’mma get 'em

It ain’t over

You can catch me in the whip with a 5th of pimp juice

And I’m poppin' the clip 'bout to fix this issue

You pray that I don’t hit, I ain’t equipped to miss you

You’re gonna need an ambulance to stitch your tissue

Or either have a bag on your hip to shit through

You seen us on the ave ain’t just to get you

While my penis is a mag when I lift it hits you

'Cause I don’t go nowhere without my pistol, pistol

I solemnly swear on my daughters tears

The nigga that got 'em in the head to fill it before the year ends

I hope you inconspicuous my friend

'Cause once the word get back you in a world of sin

Bullets will hurdle at him for tryna murder what’s

Been determined as the first solo African

To go platinum where the accident happened at

But maggots I’m alive with vengeance to get back

My momma blood pressure was affected from that

My little girl need her daddy on the phone at a certain time

Exact now and niggas act wild, when the mac come out

Y’all niggaz ex' out

And I don’t wanna hear X Y Z

I’m X’ing out your whole entity for tryin' to kill me

Filthy muthafuckas I’ll show you what real be

When these HTB’s light up your kidneys

I’m so sincere you see in a hearse this year

It’s not a verse it’s a curse from birth

And what’s on your person over here, this is Obie hearin' clear

Niggas beware, we’re coming at you with firearms in air

And your purpose on superfluous, how could I be merciful

When murkin me’s a mercenary’s goal?

Nigga I got paper, I’ll have ya ass urgently exposed

No emergency’s bringin' back your souls

Slugs shatter your bones, for patt pattin' me in the dome

Learn this pattern-in we catch him at home, he wrong

That’s when automatics sporadically catch him in the abdomen

Another dirty muthafuckas gone

You can catch me in the whip with a 5th of pimp juice

And I’m poppin' the clip 'bout to fix this issue

You pray that I don’t hit, I ain’t equipped to miss you

You’re gonna need an ambulance to stitch your tissue

Or either have a bag on your hip to shit through

You seen us on the ave ain’t just to get you

While my penis is a mag when I lift it hits you

'Cause I don’t go no where without my pistol, pistol

Second round’s on me

Robbin', shootin', killin', murder

Oh shit run

Robbin', shootin', killin', murder