Nickname - Intellectual

[Intro]

Yo, I got a name for all my guns

I nickname 'em, ya dig? Qadir

I got a nickname for all my guns

A Desert Eagle that I call Big Pun

A two shot that I call 2Pac

And a dirty pistol that love to crew hop

My TEC-9 I'ma call T-Pain

My three inch snub I'ma call Lil Wayne

Machine gun named Missy, so loud

It go hee-hee… hee-hee-hehehehe-blaow!

I ain't a tag popper or a collar popper

I pop cops, case sound like a helicopter (Blaow!)

Bullets move like a G4

Hit 'em four-four with the impact of C4

I bang out, change your route, give you detours

Walk in my shoes, guaranteed to make your feet sore

My P80 make you do 380's

Straight jacket on my block ‘cause I drive the street crazy

Qadir, I'm about to blow up

Peter Pan baby 9: it'll never grow up

If I ever catch a body I'll never throw up

That's DNA on the crime scene, over for ya

If you dudes got ice, that's really nice

Got my Mossberg shotty that I call Kelly Price (A big girl)

Here to sing you a gospel, if you niggas is hostile

Firearm might fuck up your posture (Ouch!)

And you know I got the TEC with the inf

Take your diamonds and pearls with my pump named Prince

Keep the leather glove, no hints

Cops come, calm down, case closed, no prints (Sorry)

You haters won't make it to the mornin'

So much heat it could cause global warmin' (It's gettin' hot)

And you know I keep the room for somethin' foreign

So when you hear shots, just know it's not a warnin'