(feat. Speedknot Mobstaz) [Chorus:] Don't wanna see you with no pistols if you ain't ready to roll n*gga(put down that 45) Don't wanna see you with no pistols if you ain't ready to roll n*gga(gotta let that 40 ride) Don't wanna see you with no pistols if you ain't ready to roll n*gga (let's do a homicide) Don't ever wanna see you with no pistols if you ain't ready to roll n*gga [Twista:] Don't wanna see you with that 45 unless you gon' ride If I say you gon' die motherf*cker I get so loud What you be procrastinating I think you f*ck around with pistols cause they fascinating You motherf*ckers ain't gon' do nothing When you get through frontin niggas out here already know that you ain't gon' shoot nothing End up at the pearly gates when they test you Gotta dirty face but what you know about a 30 ain't special shit And I know them hard words make you jump up with your? when you got the mosburg pump bitch And the shortys lookin at you like a punk bitch Cause you ain't making what you claim ain't gon' dump click You gon cry when you hear them bullets dumping when them shortys come and ride on you(when the pistol click clack) If you still alive will you really get the dumpin if you got that 45 on you? [Chorus] [Mayz:] Once upon a time in the sha there was three real killas who bust guns and puff fire They cut weight by the key and baggin every gram Instead? bustin with the pistol in they hand I'm preachin murder like a vicious reverand About niggas who claim they shootin but they never seen 357s Now what reason would you hold it up Put that pistol down nigga pick that weed up roll it up Twista up the light you don't really won die Stop your blood clot crying Your bullets don't fly ? aim smooth? I keep that smith and wessel with me like I'm blackmoon Toss up the living room storm through the kitchen I caught that nigga in the bathroom shittin and pissin' What you shakin' for I thought you said you ready to ride Don't be coming with me if you ain't strapped because I [Chorus] [Liffy Stokes:] I keep a p95 nine milli ruger You f**kin with a shooter Quick to bloody your suit up My aim impeccable point like a decibel 300 feet away in a tower snipin a festival What you know about 9's and glock 40's And 45's see our 15's with the 5 pound slide Thirty shot clips snub noses with the rubber grips Wicked techs that'll put the kiss of death on your lover's lips [? ] we get the squeeze nigga Ak-47s make them bitches retreat nigga Like a g nigga I make em bleed nigga ? I'm bustin that's on my c nigga My war chest is filled with ballers and techs Ski masks gloves and vests so nigga what's next nigga It's real thuggin you a bitch to the bone If you ain't go through nothin shorty leave them pistols alone [Chorus]