[Liffy Stokes]
It's like I got the 4-4 @@#!ed
On the block in it two door dropped

And my spot is keepin but hot
The #~!!@-ass cop throw some murder in the lot
My ^!$$% got popped with a bullet that was meant for me

The adapt by T's and B's and the regencies
$#&@ what the reason be, I'ma start squeezin these
Them ^!$$%s ain't G's, they wanna be thugs

And it ain't %#@!, these ain't no mother$#&@in 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 $$# 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 (*##$ ride
I know the homicide is being carried out in official
^!$$%s 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 ^!$$% 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 mutha$#&@as 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 mutha$#&@as 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 $#&@ it
Long as I don't hear the hoe cry
Split a beam between his eyes and make that (*##$ ^!$$% so wise

No matter what the size of the warm embrace of my forty-five
Make sure the ^!$$% crossed through dies
You don't wanna throw them thangs

Cause when I @@#!ed 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 ^!$$%s 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 %#@! puts me on ten

And make me wanna put the barrel of this solid fiend
Upon under that ^!$$%'s chin, plus he talkin big %#@! about war
Like he don't know my Speedknot Mob gon' win

But I dare one of you ^!$$%s to say my name
Cause I put a $#&@in 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 $#&@ 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 mother$#&@ers 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 $$# crack, you constantly blast back
Payback from flashback, some (*##$es know
Bust 'til I see the chrome from the intro
You was $#&@ed from the phasin', deep with the cuts and abrasion
Erupts and amazin', ^!$$%, my nina bucked

$#&@ the gazin and enemies get tore up from the blazin
Fool you be burnin' them with your black $$#
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 (*##$
Tryin' to pimp her but she a wild and a tame thang
Kick a static on when she gangbang, blast in the fullest moon
^!$$%s 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
$#&@ 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