Swizz Beatz - Pistol On My Side lyrics

[Intro: Swizz Beatz & Lil Wayne] Let's pray for the people we just lost (yeah) Goddammit! Say... Woo! Woah Oh! [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job Pistol on my side, leave a n***a on his side Mr. Always High, but n***a, you can call me "Slime" [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Drippin' Avianne, Fiji, I'm a water slide Pockets fatter than a greedy n***a on a diet Nina on my side, but she say you can call her "Nine" Divas on my side, so many they could form a line Strippers on my side and I got 'em performin' live Hot girl in the bed and she prefer the warmer side Pistol on my side, I'm talkin' 'bout the Army kind Cita, that's my moms, only had her in father time Pistol on my side, you don't wanna hear it harmonize Numbers don't lie, the Number One Stun- never mind Tunechi in this b**h, eyes lookin' like Konnichiwa Swizzy on the beat, I'ma beat it like policia Burr, burr, burr, man the Uzi needs speech lessons Pistol in my briefs, you don't wanna get this brief message Here we go, here we go Oh, oh, y'all think it's a game (yeah) [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job Pistol on my side, leave a n***a on his side Pistol on my side, talkin' 'bout the Army kind Pistol on my side, leave a n***a on his side [Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Swizz Beatz] Swizzy on the beat, I beat your a** it like policia Tunechi in this b**h, eyes looking like Konnichiwa Pistol on my side, you don't want that thing to scream at ya Laughin' when you die, boy, my pistol a comedian (brr) Pistol on my side, now he lyin' like the media Clips longer than encyclopedias, you're readin' 'em Double barrel, long barrel, short barrel, medium (brr) We ain't hittin' licks, we beatin' 'em and repeatin' 'em Sugar in the coffee, sugar in the Morphine Sugar sweet codeine, it ain't purple, then I'm barfing Gang ride or die, like we sittin' on Harley's (skrt) Let the thing talk like it's sittin' on Maury (burr) Good, good, too good, in my doobie, I can't be stressin' Ugh, ugh, ugh, that b**h moody, you may leave a message Plll-plll-plll to his chest, give him three presses Pistol in my briefs, you don't wanna get this brief message Here we go! Weezy! [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job