Warm Embrace – Twista
[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 p_ssy-ass cop throw some murder in the lot
My n_gga got popped with a bullet that was meant for me
The adapt by t’s and b’s and the regencies
F_ck what the reason be, i’ma start squeezin these
Them n_ggas ain’t g’s, they wanna be thugs
And it ain’t sh_t, these ain’t no motherf_ckin 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 b_tch ride
I know the homicide is being carried out in official
N_ggas 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 n_gga 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 muthaf_ckas better duck and hide
Before i let it ride, the s_cka 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 muthaf_ckas 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 f_ck it
Long as i don’t hear the hoe cry
Split a beam between his eyes and make that b_tch n_gga so wise
No matter what the size of the warm embrace of my forty-five
Make sure the n_gga 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 n_ggas 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 sh_t puts me on ten
And make me wanna put the barrel of this solid fiend
Upon under that n_gga’s chin, plus he talkin big sh_t about war
Like he don’t know my speedknot mob gon’ win
But i dare one of you n_ggas to say my name
Cause i put a f_ckin 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 f_ck 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 motherf_ckers 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 b_tches know
Bust ’til i see the chrome from the intro
You was f_cked from the phasin’, deep with the cuts and abrasion
Erupts and amazin’, n_gga, my nina bucked
F_ck 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 b_tch
Tryin’ to pimp her but she a wild and a tame thang
Kick a static on when she gangbang, blast in the fullest moon
N_ggas 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
F_ck 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
