Twista - Warm Embrace Lyrics
[liffy stokes]It's like i got the 4-4 *****edOn the block in it two door droppedAnd my spot is keepin but hotThe *****-ass cop throw some murder in the lotMy nigga got popped with a bullet that was meant for meThe adapt by t's and b's and the regencies***** what the reason be, i'ma start squeezin theseThem niggas ain't g's, they wanna be thugsAnd it ain't shit, these ain't no mother*****in slugsThe fools and plugged plus ain't no hoes over hereI done dropped more dead bodies than tearsBrought to life momma's worst fearsPictures of a son dyin from that hot ones flyinBaby mama's cryin at the funeralCause the magnum lit him like a black & mildWhen i rolled out on his ass on the soloI caught him up on mo-mo cookin up co-coI got to tip on the low-lowBust it there like po-po takin lives with the, oh noIt's a 4-4, mini-missle with a silencer for the whistleMy favorite pistol, cause when i let that ***** rideI know the homicide is being carried out in officialNiggas steady bumpin guns, but don't want noneBecause of these hot ones that explode on contactA manic that's prepared to die in combatBesides all that a 4-4 keeps me laced, don't be petty to sayI can see the fear in your faceAs i reach my waist for this warm embrace[chorus]I got plenty love for the 4-4But when i pick it up, i don't wanna let it goBecause a nigga straight lovin' your warm embraceI got plenty love for the 4-5But when i pick it up, i don't wanna let it rideBut still i bust 'cause i survive from your warm embraceI got plenty love for the nine-millAnd when i pick it up, i don't really wanna killBut still i bust because i'm needin' your warm embraceAll you mutha*****as better duck and hideBefore i let it ride, the sucka stepped asideStill i bust because i'm lovin' your warm embrace[mayz]I love the element of surprise when i'm taking these hoes livesWith my customized 4-5Get enough ammunition to knock off you, your crew and some more guysYou mutha*****as better get wiseMake sure your first shot is sweet, tryin to kill the eliteCause you ain't gettin no more triesHate to make a nubian mother weap, but ***** itLong as i don't hear the hoe crySplit a beam between his eyes and make that ***** nigga so wiseNo matter what the size of the warm embrace of my forty-fiveMake sure the nigga crossed through diesYou don't wanna throw them thangsCause when i *****ed and aim it's time to think in a split second timeBut mayz ain't new to the gameI use the spark when the shots light up this thunderin crimeBut niggas get bucked for dime and it's like you're a magnet for sinPunk pretend to be your friend til they get close enough to your endsTo do you in, that shit puts me on tenAnd make me wanna put the barrel of this solid fiendUpon under that nigga's chin, plus he talkin big shit about warLike he don't know my speedknot mob gon' winBut i dare one of you niggas to say my nameCause i put a *****in bullet into your closest kinJust to get under your skin like a dirty syringePlus i know you can't win with a gun or a pinSo when you see mayz come in the place you better say your graceBefore i ***** up your face like a can of maceBefore i get disgraced, i'ma catch a caseMaybe you hoes fear the wrath of my warm embrace[chorus][twista]With you my passion, nina squeeze off seventeen, for sureHold you ever so tightly, i love you nina and never wanna let you goMiss millimeter's makin a mockery of mother*****ers gotsta be ruckusWhen i get my clutches upon this hoeItchin' to let the barrel blowLike a sparrow, how it flow, like an arrow, geronimoSpit 'em up and swallow slowI reload, clippin' your ass crack, you constantly blast backPayback from flashback, some *****es knowBust 'til i see the chrome from the introYou was *****ed from the phasin', deep with the cuts and abrasionErupts and amazin', nigga, my nina bucked***** the gazin and enemies get tore up from the blazinFool you be burnin' them with your black assMurderous hips, hurtin' the grips, ride on personal listDeposition die for servin' them sixEveryone 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 thangKick a static on when she gangbang, blast in the fullest moonNiggas better pull it soon or else suffer hellafied bullet woundsAnd even though i stay clubbed with some thugs, why call 'em stugWhen it comes to her love, it's none above she drawin bloodStatic under the bra 'cause everytime i take a hit at the budAnd give you a hug you gon' pop up a slugDrinkin' remy on the block, gotta bust the glockWhen the henny hit the chest, bustin' smith-n-wess***** the discussion, i'm bustin' 'em all, clutchin' my ballsIf i see y'all be laid to rest, let me hit the sessLoose revolver used to be a problem solverBut the nina made me a ballerNo strap could take the place of the black nineLeave 'em flat lines, feelin' fury, you was born to tasteFrom my warm embrace[chorus]I got plenty love for the 4-4, 4-4, 4-4Warm embraceI got plenty love for the 4-5 (4-5), 4-5 (4-5), 4-5Warm embraceI got plenty love for the nine-mill (nine-mill), nine-mill
