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We've found 107 lyrics, 8 artists, and 54 albums matching phone skit by 2 pistols:



door
Now we runnin' out the back door
Droppin' pistols it's the life of that bando

Man fuck, my mama hit my phone
Player in my home
They won’t leave me
"I'm of the mind to make some mookie.
Phone book"

The phone rings, it's Vicki callin'
She wants me to come to the crib
She says conversation's
D's on the Chevy what cream do
Front line nigga, still I was team two
Always ready for whatever when it came to it
Young nigga took an L and he chose
don't be ridin right
Smokin' lye, no stash box for me to put the skit
Two warrants, no license and I ain't got insurance yet
I keep a hammer close
don't stop"
*repeat x2*
"Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks"
"??? are jumpin out of shoes and socks"

Verse One: Dray, Books

Higgity-hey
D's on the Chevy what cream do
Front line nigga, still I was team two
Always ready for whatever when it came to it
Young nigga took an L and he chose
before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by three, yo p

Pass the Uzi, to blow up, any whack MC that show up,
There goes one, blast
punk, slack up. 
Watch your weak posse before they get smacked up. 

One by one, two by two, three by, Yo P

[Parrish]
What's Up  E.D.?

Pass
first cigarette
Picks up the phone and calls her kids from the motel kitchenette

There's two guys moving slowly in the room across the hall
Both their
Pistol and poverty, come get to know us
(Get Top on the phone)

Who doing the drums?
Man put that nigga on the drums man
Yep all day, mortal man
best room
That fire place got chest room
Two guests, indian or you gotta be arabic
That hour glass look mighty round
Is it real or did you inherit it
its my turn to buss
And make weak muthafuckas turn to dust
And if you weak you die in the streets of Chi
Its deep drive by my bullets fly in the seat
P. Rock
(repeat 3X)
"Heavy ammunition, so I don't have to dip, so.." -> E. Sermon
"Pack Pistol Posse, flow some more pro shit..." -> Redman

[Tame One]
This ain't livin'..

[2Pac]
N**** - I hear even the smaller G's be dippin' Chevy Impalas
while flossin' they gold D's, O.G.'s, is who they follow
up the phone and give my homies a call
What's up with y'all? (What's up y'all?)
Livin' in the city where we born to ball
Rolled up a Philly we pack
chu' waitin on" ?
"Hey let me use that other phone"
"Fuck that, she got skit to hit
I'm'a call that ho while she at home"
"Hello" ??
"What's the bidness
back 
Chorus (2X) 
[Mia X] 
We capitolize and monopolize on everything we see 
Keep pistols drawed and cocked 
We got the industry locked, we can't
Cause on the Central tip you get pistol-whipped
And if the pistol slip, you get Uzi-clipped
211's in progress
Here comes the 187 if a sucker tries to fess
'Cause on the Central tip you get pistol-whipped
And if the pistol slip, you get Uzi-clipped

211's in progress
Here comes the 187 if a sucker tries
to see this nigga everyday up at the school 
I mean dude was cool type of fool 
who always said what he meant 
You could peep him at lunch
Freestylin by
This is my mother fucking house, eh I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch name Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
at the sto'
Pistol in my lap on the phone countin' dough
If a girl choose, let her do her thang
Just like her mama and I ain't sayin' the name brain
muthafuckin)
(You know my style)
(Comin through, bringin you pain)
(But hold up)

[ VERSE 2 ]
I throw hoes out when it's time to pull .44s out
Made two phone
chu' waitin on" ?
"Hey let me use that other phone"
"Fuck that, she got skit to hit
I'm'a call that ho while she at home"
"Hello" ??
"What's the bidness
me in the hood posted at the sto

Pistol in my lap on the phone countin dough
If a girl choose let her do her thang
Just like her mamaand I ain't