Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. Somethin' serious, shorty, you know wat it is?. . I know you, shorty, you know me. And you know I can't leave these streets.
Don't let his wrist game fool ya. You the deal, be my ghetto princess,. Needta leave him right where you found him. Shawty you gon' be straight without him.
Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup. Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup. . I came from the bottom of the bottom, I ain't never goin' back. Got my head to the sky and the city on my back.
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.
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.
Any city that I'm in. (Ay). They know that I'm the man. (Ay). See, I never hesitate. I'm quick to pop these rubber bands. (Ay). Bitch, I been throwin' money.