40 Glocc

Where Them Hammerz At
(feat. Sam Scarfo) [40 Glocc:] Big Bash 4-O Sam Scarfo Infa, infa Infamous Up in this bitch Infa-infa Infamous Up in this [Verse 1:] I'm the king of the coast, I'm a rider for real Dickies, T-shirts, that's my deal Keep my peripheral in my rearview Step in the club And do that one-two Infamous G's Do what they want to Move in a unit Like we 'posed to Watch ya step Don't get too close, fools Matter of fact SongtexteIt's past your curfew You dealin' with grown men, these hands'll hurt you With crumbs off of my table, my homey'll murk you Your life was adopted, you could say, I'll birth you The nail in the coffin Straight to your torso BLIP-BLIP-BLOW Ain't you dead yet? I knew he had bitch in them the day we first met Pussy was bleeding I gave him a cold test Hit his ass up Nigga, this cold grip I'm already gone Over half a state I created ya life And this the thanks I get? My chain and my neck represent the set Yellin' Guerilla Unit, cause Beating my chest Feelin' hella buzzed, off of liquor and blunts Treating everyday like the first of the month With a pocket full of stones, still served in a cup And a fitted twenty pack, right hand on my gun Uh [Chorus:] [Sam Scarfo:] You ain't really that deep You ain't bangin' no heat You don't really want beef, where them hammers at [Both:] BLAO, BLAO, BLAO! [Sam Scarfo:] Where them hammers at [Both:] BLAO, BLAO, BLAO! [Sam Scarfo:] Where them hammers at Calico, mack 10, A.K., everything Shorty whop, 40 Glocc Homey, what you gotta say? [40 Glocc:] It's on, nigga [Sam Scarfo:] Where them hammers at [Both:] BLAO, BLAO, BLAO! [Sam Scarfo:] Where them hammers at [Verse 2:] I moved out the hood Straight to the 'burbs Keep my ear to the street like I sleep on the curb Put my feet to your hair piece to get on your nerves Drink liquor til I'm pissy I must concur Dump til the clip empty, watch the outcome occur Treating trouble like pussy divin in, head first I fill that boy up from the head on down Turn a crooked-ass frown Upside down Keep heat in my pants Like a STD Ridin' shotgun in V.I.P., SUV I'm S-U-P R-E-M-E Do a driveby in daylight like big Tray Dee When I yell out, "Peace" I want a piece of the pie Or I'm a use the doo-wap to knock a piece at ya thigh It's hard to stay alive, niggas, easy to die Now analyze my life and try to walk in my nights Let's see how many bullets, you could die tonight If I die tonight I'll be remembered For them throw-away burners with no serial numbers I'm a felon, homeboy No registered pistols If you running from me, homie That lead'll get you [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania