2` gunz` Up` ft` cody
" 2 GUNZ UP"
20 seconds add the "TPC" sample

40(start of verse)
The kids back,an im hood to the core/
put the wood to ya sore and blow two/
trhough ya door then put you on the floor/
armed with two fours thatll put end to ya source/
and of course im the force that worsenin kid/
spittin like 2003 version of big/
body missin and stuck to the front of fridge/
face gone and spear in his stomach and ribs/
make you face the street nigga` put the curb to ya lid/
an the truths comin out from every werd that i spit/
blow you in and back out like herbs or the spliff/
and the kid not stopping till the nerds gunna quit/
till the earth drops and im not cursed with the gift/
till my werds stop and im not werth what i is/
an im the first to ya btich to put my dick up in her/
i can dump her now and the` bi*** still fix up dinner/
a valiant heart so the niggas pinned a winner/
im 2003 bently niggas is rent-a-center/
lived a sinner but now im closer to god/
cuz` im `blowwin` a` bag` that` gots` me` feelin` closer` to` god/
put the flame on ya don and roast him apart/
now you cant catch feelins with the gun to ya heart/
in the back tipsy cocky and drunk from the bar/
to make sure he aint gunna go to the jake ima put a stump in his jaw/(blaoow)GUNSHOT

Intro cody and dza

"Its ya boi D-Z-A- aka the yung wun aka Gotti Snubnouse holla at the boi

hea's why they call us the best/
why cuz all the other hard niggas they come from texas

The` anthem`

intro:Cody ad-libs by DZA

we the first ones in and last to leave when we spittin in the booth//
(in the booth nigga)
so when you gunna understand that we speaking the truth/
(the truth nigga)
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niggas hating,debatin if tpc is really the best/
(who da best)
keep on actin hard see if you wont end up with space in ya chest//
(blaoooww)



verse 1 (dza)
nigga im not hood rich but im good trick/
im back in the hood bi*** automatic- wood grip/
six techs stashed in the dash of the denali/
blow hash str8 out the bag in the back of the safari/
an we got feinds that crop around the block/
got the pound an glock and them six round to pop/
ya mans dum to thynk i dont carry the hand gun/
larry carrys the rock and cody carrys my and 1/
and my hands numbs you get tarnished bad/
blowin a ziplock the size of a garbage bag/
solving thangs as the revolvers revloin ouick/
gutter so i put the oddest clip to the butt of ya lips/
load the clip, unload the clip on the son of a bi***/
com back for his mom's n*** and stoamch her ribs/
f***a freestyle my moves is pummling kids/
so niggas gunna talk slick till we run in THEY crib/
stick my dick in they bi*** ,snatch the bib from they kid/
dash out and pull out the fith and put six in they wig/
im untouchable like a yung j in his prime/
like a saint with blunt in his mouf a hand on HIS nine/
remberIN them tymes n*** were ther was no shine/
till i came up in the hood with a light and a dime/(WHAT NIGGA)!
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CODY 11 BARS


STOP!(dza)

The kids back n*** so was really hood/
we load em up,buk em(buk em up) like you really should/
this for the real niggas on the block who showed me love/
to those who showed me stuff like how to load the snub/(i thank yo
an im proof thers no god otherwise they catch me/
respects better then money otherwise they blast me/
beggin aint no option now im gettin paid/
my future so bright that a n*** wearin shades/(truth nigga)
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Verse 3 (cody)
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Outro:cody and dza on ad libs

we the first ones in and last to leave when we spittin in the booth//
(in the booth nigga)
so when you gunna understand that we speaking the truth/
(the truth nigga)
niggas hating,debatin if tpc is really the best/
(who da best)
keep on actin hard see if you wont end up with space in ya chest//
(blaoooww)