Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Pistols Blazin’ by 3X Krazy. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 3X Krazy or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Ha, ha
Eh, eh, eh, eh Get out my face check it
Mobb shit bitch
Lynch Mobb mane
Eh, eh The Lu-Lun-iz
3 Times
Me Ager Man
Bart
Let me turn up the heat man
Dig it the MOB baby
I’m so hurt!
Fa sheezy
Fa sheez
I fold the cash then I
Hit away
Jus’ a thug fo’ the money, no love
Hit ’em up wit’ the blast
Put him in a bag, an wrap him up
It’s all business
So when the picture come bouncin’ off yo head
Don’t take it personal
Money makin’ needs no rehearsin’
No nigga
Will come wit’ disrespect an leave wit’ they head on they shoulders
Mobb
Killaz connected from block to block
Re-cock the Glock
Reset the dot
Heatas
Beamers
Repeat from Turf achievers
We take action verses talk is cheap
You gonna believe us
Time to floss wit’ me
Cut off the weak
You won’t deceive us
Let us merchandise an murderise
Any an all
Many will fall
It’s jus’ an
OG call
Made from the B
When I step up, I bet ya Mr Sick is gonna get to creep
I gets to blastin’ ass
Dip they bodies in the bag
I hope I
Get to lastin’ in this game of cash
It’s paraphernalia
Not paranoid
You fuckin’ wit’ a pair of boys
That’ll pump yo body full of lead
An watch it swell up like we got no conscience
‘Cause it ain’t no spraya like the one I got
Claimin you juss a playa’ but the fakas I sock
Surround yo weave head
Fuckin’ wit’ the weave head
Get left wit’ p head
I bet ya violent click
Talkin’ all that lip
When you was wit’ my click an get shit
Head split an ass kicked in
Chin shattered
An nobody could recognize you when they found ya
An they still don’t know who downed ya
This shit is deeper than you think
Wit’ a straight face
Lay down an come up off them cavy case
Slow down
Better pump yo brakes
Don’t know my click from a can of paint
These niggas won’t last
When I
Buck one in that ass
An hit the gate
I seen two more escape
It ain’t no room for no non-ass soldier niggas
An it’s amazin how the heat bring out the ho in niggas
When pistols blazin’
It ain’t no room for no non-ass soldier niggas
An it’s amazin how the heat bring out the ho in niggas
When pistols blazin’
Cashin ’em
Like fresh over fresh
I’m in the Benz
Massagin a bitches my rivalry
Rushed out to get some ends
Build the twins
Nigga I love them bitch half Benz
Strugglin off that gin
Hoes at the bus stop wanna get in
But they
Foot soliders
Not swangin like a Nova
Plus them niggas ain’t tight
To make a right an pull my 600 over
Juss as I left I looked to the corner of my eye
That it’s them same niggas that bucked at me
But it wasn’t my time to die
Ah pull out my thang
Hit ’em in the back
Whatever remained
So the bitch stay out my business an let the Benzo skirt
An swang
Yellin’ Mobb, clouded wit’ Age
For the nigga I said
“I didn’t love yo punk ass
An plus I’m tired of the pain”
Like Cameo this shit is strange
A nigga doin’ a dude
To get his whole neck an head rearranged
Mobb members, make niggas think about what they doin’
Watch what you pursuin
F*ck around an get yo whole career ruined
It ain’t no room for no non-ass soldier niggas
An it’s amazin how the heat bring out the ho in niggas
When pistols blazin’
Listen, uh
Little boys an girls listen to me
It is I that you see
Gettin’ high niggas be
Gettin’ by on these streets
Do or die on these streets
Hit ’em high meet defeat
Wit’ ’em tied across the feet
Niggas lie beneath the creek
Many try but don’t eat
Much food
Unless I run wit’ a fool that picks me up in a Lex
F*ck school!
Let’s jet
Live an direct
The Yay Area, they carry a
4-5 an a Tech
When they bury ya they pissin’ on the side of you grave
No witnesses but a buckshot from inside of the gage
An niggas be gettin’ pepper sprayed up
Handcuffed an made to lay down
Circumstances
To skanless, manless
To slang a gang
Strapped down
My shit be fully greased up
Hits the muthafuckin’ streets up
’cause niggas ain’t takin’ no beat ups
They re-up wit’ the heatas
Leaders of the new school
But we don’t bust a rhyme
We bust a nine
Muthafuckas find
Nine’s under the bridge in the Pacific Tunnel
Mobb material
Scratch off the serial number
Fuckin’ ballistic so
Roll to the riches
F*ck hoes, bitches, an sluts
Bubblicious Yuk
Booku bucks
My niggas will shoot you up
It ain’t no room for no non-ass soldier niggas
An it’s amazin’ how the heat bring out the ho in niggas
When pistols blazin’
It ain’t no room for no non-ass soldier niggas
An it’s amazin’ how the heat bring out the ho in niggas
When pistols blazin’
Now what these niggas tryin’ to do?
Get gunned down, stomped an pistol whipped fool?
If not I sugguest you get the f*ck up out the West
When it come to gun play
There’s no contest
I leave you wit’ two holes
One in yo dome
One in yo chest
An Elliot Ness
He wouldn’t have made it on the West
And yes
I know you muthafuckas heard about us
‘Cause we was all on the news
Fo’ Mobb-Style murders
I crack a fool on top of his head
Wit’ a strap
Told his bitch to come over here
She sat on my lap
Man this Mobb shit
Ain’t never been no joke
You headed straight for the pen
Or you end up smoked
That’s why I keep a heater
On my passengers seat
An I’m Mobb Affiliated
Uh, uh
I know you hate it
I rather be caught
With my heater
Then wit’ out my heater
It’s juss a misdemenor
I’m crackin’ backs like a chiropractor
Come see a Cydal factor
Get off yo block when rifles splatter
Come across wit’ a rival chapter
Don’t be afraid to be blastin’
An don’t know nothin’ bout lastin’
An if he flashin’
We gassin’ him
An leavin’ his ass in a wagon
The last dragon
We smashin’
Imagine missin’ in action
I hit his ass for his cabbage
An dissapeared like Aladdin
An trappin’ his ass inside a muthafuckin’ cave
Niggas that came wit’ the pistols
I got missles and hand grenades
An some troopers wit’ bazookaz
Ready to shoot you
Do you in
Crushin’ boulders wit’ soldiers
Cook it an make it pure again
It’s yo friend the Prince Of Darkness
Whenever the dark hits
I feel my heart get
To beatin’ an you bustas be my target
PM it’s cold heart
It ain’t no room for no non-ass soldier niggas
An it’s amazin how the heat bring out the ho in niggas
When pistols blazin’
It ain’t no room for no non-ass soldier niggas
An it’s amazin how the heat bring out the ho in niggas
When pistols blazin’
We use no parinoia
Or dedication to our paper it’s so deep
The paraphanalia to the Mobb
Love to creep
Our elevations is racin’
Up to the top
Non-stop wit’ a caulked back Glock
Then hop
Into some cut
To then nigga skirt-skirt
You notice I juss do some dirt
I puttin’ in work
I hit them were it hurt
Crack yo spine time
Instead of hittin’ ’em wit’ my nine
I’m Strictly wit’ this hit Mobb shit bitch!
Recognize what a muthafucka’ do is steal
Right between your eyes
The nigga was dead before he died I slide
To the next scene
To the next route
I’m speakin’ on what I jus’ did at the head quarters
An to my Mobb soldiers
No one can fold us
Readin the weakness like some Black Jack
If niggas can’t handle it
They get stomped from that Mobb attack
An if you come back from that stompin
Lay low
Got ’em
Hard-headed niggas will get they head put on fire
It’s A-G-E once again
Pullin you niggas ho cards
Strapped for them niggas that frontin like bitches tryin’ to act hard
It ain’t nothin’ but the mutha fuckin’ Mobb in me
I went from sellin’ coke on the block
To doin’ robberies
To ‘luffin yo ass
Stuffin’ yo ass
Up in a trunk punk
Caught wit’ a 3 Times circumstance like T-Funk
Too soon for ’em
Shoulda’ had a tomb for ’em
Non-ass solider niggas
There’d be no room for ’em
When Pistols Blazin