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2 Pistols Album


Death Before Dishonor (06/17/2008)
06/17/2008
1.
Intro
2.
3.
She Got It (feat. T-Pain and Tay Dizm)
4.
5.
Gettin Money Mane
6.
Let's Ride
7.
8.
9.
Phone Skit
10.
You Know Me (feat. Ray J)
11.
We Run It (feat. Slick Pulla and Blood Raw)
12.
That's My Word Intro
13.
That's My Word (feat. Trey Songz)
14.
Robbery
15.
Lookin Down On 'Em (feat. BMU)
16.
Candy Coated Diamonds (feat. Tyra B)
17.
From The Bottom
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Intro

[No lyrics]

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Let Your Pistols Play it out (repeated)

(Chorus:)
To every real nigga in the game put your hand on heart make a pledge to the streets you will never ever talk
Death Before Dishonor nigga (x4)
Jury and the judge I put that on my life I'll never take a stand even if I'm facing life
Death Before Dishonor nigga (x4)

(Verse:)
See these pussy ass niggas got the game twisted
Try to justify this thing they call dry snitching
Listen real niggas stay solid but these kanye west ass nigga trying speakin through the wire
Fire that boy hot don't sell him nothing
He want an ounce now half a bird later
Them people coming
With them indictment papers
When I was a titty boy than call them hour laters
Our money ain't good better know that
When I was 7 alphabet boys snatched back
Phat!
It's what I got for you cheese eaters
Rat niggas that be fuckin with them fed people
Dat nigga got loose vowels at the mouth
Solid niggas know the niggas that I'm talking bout
Ya it's blood money in this mother fucker
No need to ask questions cause I ain't sayin nothing

(Chorus)

Welcome to the Album haha

. . .


(Feat. T-Pain & Tay Dizm)

Bolo!
Yeaahh...
2pistols...
T-Pain...
She Got It...
[T-Pain:]
Ooooh Yeahhhh... Yeaah

[Chorus:]
I Know She Got It Cause She Lookin At Me Like She Want It, (Want It)
She Drop It Low, Make Me Wanna Throw Some D's On It,(Hey)
Whatever It Is You Cant Stop It, Cause She Get Low,
When She On That Pole, And That Lets Me Know....
She Got It [x12]

[Verse 1:]
Excuse Me While, Let Me Talk To Ya For A Second,
Lil Mama So Fine She Got The Whole Squad Sweatin,
(Damn)Hmmm How You Fit All That In Dem Jeans?
Was The Question That I Asked Followed By Let Me Buy You A Drink, Drink,
Young Boss Baby I Treat Cha' Treat Cha' To The Finer Things
Neck Bling, Wrist Bling, Wedding Ring, Nah Im Playin,
Might Light You Neck & Ya Wrist,
But Cha Got A ride Nice Dick And Uh,
Take Trips With The Bricks,
She Got It (She Got It) She Got It (She Got It) Thats What Pain Sayin,
Them Other Niggas Lame Man, Lil Mamma I Got The Game Plan,
2 Pistols, BMU boss I Make It Happen While They Talk,
Ridin 6's While They Walk....

[Chrous]

[Verse 2:]
Girl You Know You Got It,
Cute Face And All With One Hell Of A Body,
Rappin When She Walk By Me, Then I Whisper In Her Ear Lets Go Get Private,
You Know Duff Doff, Girl You So Soft,
And Its A Blessin To See Her Wit All Them Clothes Off,
Baby Look Good With Them Clothes On,
It's So On, Lil Mama So Grown,
Gotta Cute Shake With Them Nice Thighs,
And A Pretty Set Of Tities, Thin Waist, With Them Brown Eyes,
Here You Fuckin With The Right Guy,
Go Ahead And Give It To Me, Not Later Baby Right Now,
Look At The Way She Shake It, (Shake It Yeah)
Make A Nigga Wanna Take It There, ( Take It Where)
This My Plan ,When I Get A Chan Leave With You If I Can,
Yeah I Got An Old Lady, Do You Got An Old Man?
Girl Understand We Aint Gotta Hold Hands,
Cause This Aint Love Its Straight Lust,
I Have You Back In The Morning Before He Wake Up,
Approaching, Hopefully, She Gon Be Bout It,
Cause Real Talk Shawty Sho Nuff Got It,
What It Is Baby?

[Chorus]

[Break:]
She Got It And She Know That Shes The Soul
(She Got It) (She Got It) (She Got It)
Finest Body That I Ever Seen Before
(She Got It) (She Got) (She Got It)
She Got It And She Know That She The Soul
(She Got It) (She Got It) (She Got It)
Finest Body That I Ever Seen Before...

. . .


[chorus]
any city that im in(ayy), they know that im the man(ayy), see i never hesitate im quick to pop these rubberbands(ayy), bitch i been throwin money(ahh ahh), bitch i been throwin money (ahh ahh) (2x)

[verse 1]
great scots its rainin ben franks, 2 pistols in the buildin baby what you think? (ohh yea)
my brother razor told me it aint trickin if ya got it, imma pop bottles, throw franks not dollas,
we gettin money over here what it do pimpin, buncha broke ass niggas man they aint tippin,
hold up you niggas get the fuck gone, witcha lil shots of patron, im on ace of spades homie (whats that?)
you see im ballin on a different level, flintstones in my watch yall rock pebbles,
clearly, you aint fuckin with the young boss, i gotta new nickname jus call me vault

[chorus]

[verse 2]
shawty got a ass on her, imma pop a rubberband on her,
magic city monday, onyx on tuesday, wednesday oz, tampa bay,
thursday, im smokin on a blunt ho, mia rolex ya already know,
friday, its back to the bay baby, hollywood nights, niggas payin for the head crazy,
saturday, im in nyc, rendezous nah they too bougee for me,
sunday imma take it back to the house, hot assets, murkset know what im talkin bout

[chorus]

[outro]
1, 2, 3, we keep that money fallin from the sky, fallin from the sky, you know ya boy 2 pistols keep it fallin from the sky,
fallin from the sky, fallin from the sky, you know the whole bmu keep it fallin from the sky,

[chorus]

. . .

Gettin Money Mane

[No lyrics]

. . .

Let's Ride

[No lyrics]

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Crying, moaning, just can't wait 'til morning
Waiting too long, finally yuh come a long
Baby love, explain yuhself, baby girl
Lead out, lead out, lead out, lead out

Like a clock ticking on the wall, seven days a week
So weak I need yuh body next to mine
Cyaan eat nor sleep like a club to a screw
I do you so neat, spread your feet

Lord
(Hear mi tell di girl)

Girl flex, time to have sex
Long time yuh have di rude bwoy
Yah a sweat girl, flex time to have sex
Look how long yuh have di rude bwoy a sweat

I rather wait out-a patience
Lovin' she get that will be sufficient
I rather wait till I cyaan wait no more
X amount of lovin hardcore
Me a listen jus to hear she knock 'pon di door
Only to touch her me nuh want know no more

Girl, flex time to have sex
Look how long yuh have di rude bwoy a sweat
Girl, flex time to have sex
Look how long yuh have di rude bwoy a

Before she reach, I could smell her perfume
I could not wait to get her inna di room
Before she reach I could smell her perfume
I could not wait to get her inna

Feel like a surgeon, prepare di surgery
But I hope di likkle girl no charge me fi perjury
Action wit di injection
Worky, worky girl, according to plan

Girl flex, time to have sex
Look how long yuh have di rude bwoy a wait
Girl flex, time to have sex
Look how long yuh have di rude bwoy a

Know me ready, gal tickle up mi fancy
Skin to skin perform di surgery
Know me ready ain't wasting no time
Reach yuh climax girl anytime

Know me ready, receive what me affi give
Good lovin every day that yuh live
Ready gal let's go for it
Agony gal from start to finish

Girl flex time to have sex
Look how long yuh have di rude bwoy a sweat
Girl flex time to have sex
Look how long she have di rude bwoy a

Bet mi life, she not go late again
When she remember what where or when
Bet mi life she`ll be always early
For me to perform a long-a surgery
Bet mi life I cyaan count on dat
Surgeon knife a slice it like a flechette

Girl flex, time to have sex
Look how long yuh have di rude bwoy a sweat
Girl flex, time to have sex
Look how long yuh have di rude bwoy a...

I rather wait out-a patience
Lovin' she get that will be sufficient
I rather wait till I cyaan wait no more
X amount of lovin hardcore, me a listen
Jus to her she knock pon di door
Jus to touch her me nuh want know no more

Girl flex, time to have sex
Look how long yuh have di rude bwoy a sweat
Girl flex, time to have sex
Look how long yuh have di rude bwoy a

Know me ready, gal tickle up mi fancy
Skin to skin perform di surgery
Know me ready girl ain't wasting no time
Reach yuh climax girl anytime

Know me ready
Receive what me affi give
Good lovin' every day that

. . .


(Feat. Young Jeezy)

Verse #1:
ey, ey, ey, 2 pistols, ey
blood money money
by all means
instead of 2 beat, call me
young triple beam
got fish scale, got oil base
lawyer paid up
just in case i catch a sell case
naw, i stuttin them crackers
magician with the work
call it dope boy magic
dey he go, stunntin again
with the top laid back,
put the dro in the wind
oh, did i mention
that im shyin
blue, white, yellow,
black pink diamonds(you already no)
thats my favorite line
if your shyt shine like mine
you would say that all the time

Chorus:
frostbit neck, and my wrist froze
you can see my damn watch with your eyes closed
blue white yellow black pink diamonds
shawty shinnin, still grindin(X2)

Verse #2:
i know they watchin
i pose for the photograph
those indictment papers
hope you want my autograph
we dont trip, we just live life
trying to dodge them handcuffs,
and them blue lights
frostbit neck and my wrist froze
you can see my damn watch with your eyes closed
ask them hoes, with the extra blow
the nigga with the louie luggage down in mexcio
in a A-town fitted cap
im so hot tower??
i think i need a thunder stack??
give a fuck about a player hater
hit him with the tool, flush his whole radiator

Chorus:
frostbit neck, and my wrist froze
you can see my damn watch with your eyes closed
blue white yellow black pink diamonds
shawty shinnin, still grindin(X2)

Verse #3:
im 24
with 24 figures
24 triggers, 24 inches
but i keep em clean
so they pass for sixes
stunnin on you pussy ass niggaz
72' dope rally straight shoot pass you
flat screens, 18's, i dont herd shyt
pocket full of stones i got em beatin strong threw my speakers bitch
young boss shyt
oh u didnt hear 4th generation
my grand daddy used to sell birds
who am i to fuck tradition up
i got my ass in the kitchen
water with a bently chip??
200k off my block bitch
i no you thinkin rap
im thinkin laundry mat
clean money homie

Chorus:
frostbit neck, and my wrist froze
you can see my damn watch with your eyes closed
blue white yellow black pink diamonds
shawty shinnin, still grindin(X2)

ey, ey, ey

. . .

Phone Skit

[No lyrics]

. . .


(Feat. Ray J)

Ooooh Ooooh, Ooooh Ooooh
Ooooh Ooooh, Ooooh Ooooh
(Interlude) 2 pistols Ray J
Somethin serious ...Shorty you know wat it is

(Ray J) chrous
I know you shorty, you know me and you know I can't leave these streets, cause I mean its in my veins shorty wish I could stay but for now just pray for me.
I know you shorty, you know me so hard for me to leave these blocks got my head tied in a knot always runnin from the cops prayin that I don't get caught.

2 Pistols
You know I push it to the limit sun up, sun down, baby I got to get it, gotta get it..I gotta get it (repeat 1x)

(verse)
Baby girl, you know my situation. I know sometime you get impatient. I be on tha grind. You be at tha house, probably think Im at another broad house. Shorty I'm gettin money more than I've ever seen. True Religion jeans, I know you like those. Thats why I buy'em for ya
smile for me. You can't believe them hatin B**ches, they be lyin on me. Keep a nine on me, you know they plottin on me, you just keep that pu**y tight. I'm comin home early. I gotta get it, get it. I can't leave the streets. I did'nt choose tha hustle, tha hustle chose me.

(Ray J) chrous
I know you shorty, you know me and you know I can't leave these streets, cause I mean its in my veins shorty wish I could stay but for now just pray for me.
I know you shorty, you know me, so hard for me to leave these blocks got my head tied in a knot always runnin from the cops prayin that I don't get caught.

2 Pistols
You know I push it to the limit sun up, sun down, baby I got to get it, gotta get it..I gotta get it (repeat 1x)
(Ray J singing) Pray for me pray for me

Streets keep callin, the block keep on watchin. You're my shorty, hope'n you stay down be with me win or lose. Girl my heart is always with you, don't get confused. Just hold me down, I promise that we'll make it through.

(VERSE 2) 2 Pistols
I'm gettin money 24/7 life as a hustler, they wanna throw away the key and lock a ni**a up, I remember when they put me in handcuffs. I look you in tha eye "Shawty what u cryin for?" I'll be out in the morning, baby post bail. Get your hair done cause I'm comin straight over there. I trust her with tha money, shorty so real. I put them diamonds on her,
just to show I care. You stuck with a ni**a, in and out of jail. I know you love me baby, I put you through hell.
I gotta get it, get it. I can't leave the streets. I did'nt choose tha hustle, tha hustle chose me

(Ray J) chorus
I know you shorty, you know me and you know I can't leave these streets, cause I mean its in my veins shorty wish I could stay but for now just pray for me.
I know you shorty, you know me, so hard for me to leave these blocks got my head tied in a knot always runnin from the cops prayin that I don't get knocked.

2 Pistols
You know I push it to the limit sun up, sun down, baby I got to get it, gotta get it..I gotta get it (repeat 2x)

(Repeat Ray J Chorus 2x)

. . .

We Run It

[No lyrics]

. . .

That's My Word Intro

[No lyrics]

. . .


Don't let his wrist game fool you
You the deal, be my ghetto princess
Need to leave him right where you found him
Shawty you gon' be straight without him
That's my word

And if your man can't please you, ain't real
Go on and kick him to the curb
Need to leave him right where you found him
Shawty you gon' be straight without him
That's my word

Leave your man I'm a betta look why you stressin' on me?
Way too childish, the nigga need guidance
And I don't mind if you need time
Just as long as my number get dialed
When you decide to walk out

So much stress on these shoulders
We ain't gotta fuck, I just wanna hold you, so close
Let you know that I'm here for you
Stop cryin', I don't wanna see no tears from you

Don't let his wrist game fool you
You the deal, be my ghetto princess
Need to leave him right where you found him
Shawty you gon' be straight without him
That's my word

And if your man can't please you, ain't real
Go and kick him to the curb
Need to leave him right where you found him
Shawty you gon' be straight without him
That's my word

That's my word and I stand on it
Take a chance on me
Start answerin' these phone calls, there homie
Move on, let's go do us

I'm thinkin' 'bout the car seat in the Rover truck
Nah, I don't wanna rest nothin'
Just wanna you to know how much I'm committed to you
Deep feelin' for you, I keep it one hundred, I'm the realest for you

Don't let his wrist game fool you
You the deal, be my ghetto princess
Need to leave him right where you found him
Shawty you gon' be straight without him
That's my word

And if your man can't please you, ain't real
Go and kick him to the curb
Need to leave him right where you found him
Shawty you gon' be straight without him
That's my word

Brand new life, sky blue iced out
Rings quart thous' tonight, oh yeah
Brand new life, sky blue iced out
Rings night, you my wife, oh yeah

What I gotta do to make you my girl
Take you to the hood, show you my world
Yeah, I'm on my grown man, out in public hold hand
Don't you feel better now that you took a chance?

Two seat equip, big body full equipped
Hair blowin' in the wind
Shawty you straight with me

Don't let his wrist game fool you
You the deal, be my ghetto princess
Need to leave him right where you found him
Shawty you gon' be straight without him
That's my word

And if your man can't please you, ain't real
Go and kick him to the curb
Need to leave him right where you found him
Shawty you gon' be straight without him
That's my word

Don't let his wrist game fool you
You the deal, be my ghetto princess
Need to leave him right where you found him
Shawty you gon' be straight without him
That's my word

And if your man can't please you, ain't real
Go and kick him to the curb
Need to leave him right where you found him
Shawty you gon' be straight without him
That's my word, yeah, yeah, yeah
That's my word, yeah

Don't let his wrist game fool ya
You the deal, be my ghetto princess
Need to leave him right where you found him
Shawty you gon' be straight without him
That's my word, yeah

. . .

Robbery

[No lyrics]

. . .

Lookin Down On 'Em

[No lyrics]

. . .


Blue raspberries, red strawberries
Honey apple suckers, I got all kinds of colors
If you're talkin' 'bout candy coated diamonds
If you're talkin' 'bout candy coated diamonds

Blue raspberries, red strawberries
Honey apple suckers, I got all kinds of colors
If you're talkin' 'bout candy coated diamonds
If you're talkin' 'bout candy coated diamonds

First off, I'm icer than the muh'fuckers
You can't help but see diamonds in all colors
Is she stingy with the cho-cha? I'll pay for her
Slim soldier, pocket stay bulgin'

BMU be the click I claim
This universal, cut the check, niggas claim I changed
Clothes maybe, I'm froze, baby
You should talk the chick, why, hello ladies

Blue raspberries, red strawberries
Honey apple suckers, I got all kinds of colors
If you're talkin' 'bout candy coated diamonds
If you're talkin' 'bout candy coated diamonds

Blue raspberries, red strawberries
Honey apple suckers, I got all kinds of colors
If you're talkin' 'bout candy coated diamonds
If you're talkin' 'bout candy coated diamonds

I got ten 'round my neck, twenty on my wrists
Billion dolla' nut, million dolla' kiss
I swear to God this is my lifestyle
Pull the Magnums out, ain't fuckin' with them lifestyles

Let ya hair down, baby, wipe me down
Say goodbye to mixed drinks, hello Cristal
Range Rove, twenty fours all in mid-day
Yeah, that's the trouble we was talkin' 'bout ice

Blue raspberries, red strawberries
Honey apple suckers, I got all kinds of colors
If you're talkin' 'bout candy coated diamonds
If you're talkin' 'bout candy coated diamonds

Blue raspberries, red strawberries
Honey apple suckers, I got all kinds of colors
If you're talkin' 'bout candy coated diamonds
If you're talkin' 'bout candy coated diamonds

Ten 'round my neck, twenty on my wrists
Billion dolla', billion dolla', million dolla' kiss

Blue raspberries, red strawberries
Honey apple suckers, I got all kinds of colors
If you're talkin' 'bout candy coated diamonds
If you're talkin' 'bout candy coated diamonds

Blue raspberries, red strawberries
Honey apple suckers, I got all kinds of colors
If you're talkin' 'bout candy coated diamonds
If you're talkin' 'bout candy coated diamonds

Blue raspberries, red strawberries
Honey apple suckers, I got all kinds of colors
If you're talkin' 'bout candy coated diamonds
If you're talkin' 'bout candy coated diamonds

Blue raspberries, red strawberries
Honey apple suckers, I got all kinds of colors
If you're talkin' 'bout candy coated diamonds
If you're talkin' 'bout candy coated diamonds

. . .

From The Bottom

[No lyrics]

. . .


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