[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 pussy ass cop throw some murder in the lot

My nigga got popped with a bullet that was meant for me

The adapt by T's and B's and the regencies

Fuck what the reason be I'ma start squeezin' these

Them niggas ain't G's they wanna be thugs

And it ain't shit these ain't no muthafuckin' 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 (?)

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 many missles with a silent sub for the whistle

My favorite pistol

'Cause when I let that bitch ride

I know the homicide is being counted out, it's official

Niggas steady bumpin' guns, but don't want none

Because of these hot ones that explode on contact

A maniac just prepared to die in combat

Besides all that my 4-4 keeps my laced: Dawg he paid and safe

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 nigga 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