[Liffy Stokes]

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