It's like I got the 4-4 cocked. On the block in it two door dropped. And my spot is keepin but hot. The pussy-ass cop throw some murder in the lot. My nigga got popped with a bullet that was meant for me. The adapt by T's and B's and the regencies. Fuck what the reason be I'ma start squeezin these. Them niggas ain't G's they wanna be thugs. And it ain't shit these ain't no motherfuckin slugs. The fools and plugged plus ain't no hoes over here. I done dropped more dead bodies than tears. Brought to life momma's worst fears. Pictures of a son dyin from that hot ones flyin. Baby mama's cryin at the funeral. Cause the magnum lit him like a Black & Mild. When I rolled out on his ass on the solo. I caught him up on mo-mo cookin up co-co. I got to tip on the low-low. Bust it there like po-po takin lives with the oh no. It's a 4-4 mini-missle with a silencer for the whistle. My favorite pistol cause when I let that bitch ride. I know the homicide is being carried out in official. Niggas steady bumpin guns but don't want none. Because of these hot ones that explode on contact. A manic that's prepared to die in combat. Besides all that a 4-4 keeps me laced don't be petty to say. I can see the fear in your face. as I reach my waist for this warm embrace. [Chorus]. I got plenty love for the 4-4. But when I pick it up I don't wanna let it go. Because a nigga straight lovin' your warm embrace. I got plenty love for the 4-5. But when I pick it up I don't wanna let it ride. But still I bust 'cause I survive from your warm embrace. I got plenty love for the nine-mill. And when I pick it up I don't really wanna kill. But still I bust because I'm needin' your warm embrace. All you muthafuckas better duck and hide. Before I let it ride the sucka stepped aside. Still I bust because I'm lovin' your warm embrace. [Mayz]. I love the element of surprise when I'm taking these hoes lives. With my customized 4-5. Get enough ammunition to knock off you your crew and some more guys. You muthafuckas better get wise. Make sure your first shot is sweet tryin to kill the elite. Cause you ain't gettin no more tries. Hate to make a nubian mother weap but fuck it. Long as I don't hear the hoe cry. Split a beam between his eyes and make that bitch nigga so wise. No matter what the size of the warm embrace of my forty-five. Make sure the nigga crossed through dies. You don't wanna throw them thangs. Cause when I cocked and aim it's time to think in a split second time. But Mayz ain't new to the game. I use the spark when the shots light up this thunderin crime. But niggas get bucked for dime and it's like you're a magnet for sin. Punk pretend to be your friend til they get close enough to your ends. To do you in that shit puts me on ten. And make me wanna put the barrel of this solid fiend. Upon under that nigga's chin plus he talkin big shit about war. Like he don't know my Speedknot Mob gon' win. But I dare one of you niggas to say my name. Cause I put a fuckin bullet into your closest kin. Just to get under your skin like a dirty syringe. Plus I know you can't win with a gun or a pin. So when you see Mayz come in the place you better say your grace. Before I fuck up your face like a can of mace. Before I get disgraced I'ma catch a case. Maybe you hoes fear the wrath of my warm embrace. [Chorus]. [Twista]. With you my passion nina squeeze off seventeen for sure. Hold you ever so tightly I love you nina and never wanna let you go. Miss Millimeter's makin a mockery of motherfuckers gotsta be ruckus. When I get my clutches upon this hoe. Itchin' to let the barrel blow. Like a sparrow how it flow like an arrow geronimo. Spit 'em up and swallow slow. I reload clippin' your ass crack you constantly blast back. Payback from flashback some bitches know. Bust 'til I see the chrome from the intro. You was fucked from the phasin' deep with the cuts and abrasion. Erupts and amazin' nigga my nina bucked. Fuck the gazin and enemies get tore up from the blazin. Fool you be burnin' them with your black ass. Murderous hips hurtin' the grips ride on personal list. Deposition die for servin' them six. Everyone of 'em with a hit but some are missin' of a jerk to the kick. 'Cause I be working my bitch. Tryin' to pimp her but she a wild and a tame thang. Kick a static on when she gangbang blast in the fullest moon. Niggas better pull it soon or else suffer hellafied bullet wounds. And even though I stay clubbed with some thugs why call 'em stug. When it comes to her love it's none above she drawin blood. Static under the bra 'cause everytime I take a hit at the bud. And give you a hug you gon' pop up a slug. Drinkin' remy on the block gotta bust the glock. When the henny hit the chest bustin' smith-n-wess. Fuck the discussion I'm bustin' 'em all clutchin' my balls. If I see y'all be laid to rest let me hit the sess. Loose revolver used to be a problem solver. But the nina made me a baller. No strap could take the place of the black nine. Leave 'em flat lines feelin' fury you was born to taste. From my warm embrace. [Chorus]. I got plenty love for the 4-4 4-4 4-4. Warm embrace. I got plenty love for the 4-5 (4-5) 4-5 (4-5) 4-5. Warm embrace. I got plenty love for the nine-mill (Nine-mill) nine-mill