Tools

Yea! Comin in here one mo-gin
I got them Tools, and I'ma straight up act a foool

Yea! Don Jr, Huh!

Yea, they aint neva on display
But, don't be lookin this way
What you really just say
Eh, did you really try to dis me
Like bad aim, you can miss me
Wit tha bullshit, cmon nigga make it easy
Got a buncha Tommy's, like it's no Martin or Coles
And we keepin em with us, even walking to stores
Holding on to nines, like it's neva a ten
And maggie hang around, like a life long friend
I'm beggin niggas, don't be actin up please
My finger steady itchin, and it's ready to squeeze

I got dem tools, I got dem tools
I got da kinda shit, dat niggas can't bring into schools
I got dem tools, I got dem tools
I ain't talkin bout no hammers or no wrenches or no screws
I got dem tools, I got dem tools
A nigga run up on me, I'ma straight up act a fool
I got dem tools, I got dem tools
Try me nigga, I'ma let it rain on you

Ya'll betta ease back, befo we squeeze dat
We got dem red dots, it make us exact
You don't wanna be dat, nigga tryna react
We do you like a music note, you will B flat
They tryna figa out, where it is we creep at
How bout I give you tha address to where we sleep at
Come around nigga, if you really wanna
You getting picked off, like its Deions on the corner
Betta yet, you gettin hit, like its Ronnie Lotts
Is you still comin thru, prolly not
Keep ya ass up out tha kitchen if its too hot
We'll leave ya knocked off, without givin it two thoughts

I got dem tools, I got dem tools
I got da kinda shit, dat niggas can't bring into schools
I got dem tools, I got dem tools
I ain't talkin bout no hammers or no wrenches or no screws
I got dem tools, I got dem tools
A nigga run up on me, I'ma straight up act a fool
I got dem tools, I got dem tools
Try me nigga, I'ma let it rain on you

I'ma let it rain on you
I'ma let it rain on you

And this aint to talk shit
But a nigga run up on me, leave his body in a ditch



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Writer(s): Donald Thompson
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