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quadir lateef - nickname lyrics

[intro]
yo, i got a name for all my guns
i nickname ’em, ya dig? qadir

[hook]
i got a nickname for all my guns
a desert eagle that i call big pun
a two shot that i call 2pac
and a dirty pistol that love to crew hop
my tec-9 i’ma call t-pain
my three inch snub i’ma call lil wayne
machine gun named missy, so loud
it go hee-hee… hee-hee-hehehehe-blaow!

[verse]
i ain’t a tag popper or a collar popper
i pop cops, case sound like a helicopter (blaow!)
bullets move like a g4
hit ’em four-four with the impact of c4
i bang out, change your route, give you detours
walk in my shoes, guaranteed to make your feet sore
my p80 make you do 380’s
straight jacket on my block ‘cause i drive the street crazy
qadir, i’m about to blow up
peter pan baby 9: it’ll never grow up
if i ever catch a body i’ll never throw up
that’s dna on the crime scene, over for ya
if you dudes got ice, that’s really nice
got my mossberg shotty that i call kelly price (a big girl)
here to sing you a gospel, if you n-ggas is hostile
firearm might f-ck up your posture (ouch!)
and you know i got the tec with the inf
take your diamonds and pearls with my pump named prince
keep the leather glove, no hints
cops come, calm down, case closed, no prints (sorry)
you haters won’t make it to the mornin’
so much heat it could cause global warmin’ (it’s gettin’ hot)
and you know i keep the room for somethin’ foreign
so when you hear shots, just know it’s not a warnin’

- quadir lateef lyrics

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