Field Mob - Pistol Grip

[Verse 1 - Chevy P aka Smoke]
Nowadays girls and boys wanna lick me
Her put her tongue on me him pull his gun on me
I won't let 'em get me I stay strapped
In case I try to stick her and he try to stick me
So I'm... packin my magnums
In case I gotta blast one
The only time I'm leakin out my head is when I'm sweatin

You ain't gon have me layin dead in my Chevy
I worked hard for my rings chains and bracelet
He left and came to take it brains eraded
He bled red stains in pavement
His crane split slain he lay stiff.. think about it...
Before you make that move this be ya warning
It's ready to be squeezed like an orange
Bullets penetrate ya (bleed like menustration)
I'ma empty out (more shells) than in (Run-D.M.C.'s) closet