Toolz of the Trade
Tek and Steele Lyrics


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Take it back ta like motherfucking eighties and shit (we love, you)

My first love was a deuce-deuce, nice and slim
Tucked in my Chucker boots, what a priceless gem
When I took her out to the clubs, we got right in
She kept me safe, even held me down in fights with men

I like my murder mommies loud and thick
Handles tight on grip, not shy ta spit
Make daddy proud of shit
Four foot' five hooker, move the whole crowd looker
Short stack black, well-done beef cooker

My tre-eighty kept me crazy Dunn, she had me whipped
In the whip high, riding by, ready ta spit
She like to talk shit, she's a cocky bitch
Firm grip all black like liquorishs

I sleep with hoes and, creep with hoes
Eat off hoes, I love these four-fours
Or the 9 doubled, in the L Bubble
Smashing security with something, we all in to stunting

[Chorus]
These are the tools of the trade (that we use to get paid)
When we cruise in Escalades on escapades (with guns ablaze)
Been amazed since the younger age (Safe from the hunger pangs)
Bang when the trouble came (Pioneers of gun slang)
Party with them things (A little somethin' somethin')
The fire's in the game (my system be thumping)
(A bwoy bwoy, the sounds of guns busting)
(A bwoy bwoy, your heart just stopped pumping)

It was love at first sight when I burst the pipe
Off the project roof in the middle of night
On the block independence day, pistols ignite
Ghetto tunes we vibe to, write rhymes on the site
Nigga, my forty-four was raw, she had me wired
Had my dick rock solid first time I fired
Had a sis that was solid, Smif N Wessun medallion
Only fuck with professionals and kids with thousands

One bitch her ass was plump
Nickname China shotgun, nigga used to love how she pumped
She kept the money looking double barrel
Shoe string around my neck, the whole party peril ?
You bring your whole apparel
Boots, coats, change, rings and wallets
Break your pockets, love when niggas think they brought it
Jump up and run a wrestle dog, we don't tussle
Squeeze off, let a gang of little pellets touch you

[Chorus]

Get 'em at six, when they brains open a range
Show 'em the reigns of how to squeeze eight of them thing
Let them grow for a spell, then I catch 'em at twelve
Wit the one in their head, that's how I'm taking the L
When they graduate to sixteen, its all bets off
Shells catching no relations when the semi's going off

My nine milli had me silly smoking dro with phillies
Feeling like a big Willy takin' cabs to the city
Seven-forty illy, twisting the sticky hash from Ricky
Trigger itchy, nice and slippery, fuck wit me
Have you ever seen a forty five before?
Big Mac 11 nozzle right pon your jaw





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

"Toolz of the Trade" by Tek and Steele is a rap song that in a fairly literal way discusses the singers' admiration and often intimate relationships with guns. The opening lines explicitly indicate that this glorification extends far past present day into past decades, before going on to describe individual guns in detail. The song reinforces a lifestyle and culture where guns are not only necessary for safety, but an object of desire, love, and even sexual attraction. The chorus describes these guns as "tools of the trade" that enable the singers' ability to make money and survive.


The lyrics themselves are straightforward, but they reflect a larger cultural issue around the glorification of guns that has become increasingly contentious in modern times, especially in light of gun violence and mass shootings. While it is possible to interpret the song as simply about personal safety and success in a difficult environment, the lyrics also inadvertently highlight a culture where guns are seen as a mark of masculine toughness and as a solution to problems. This certainly contributes to a larger problem of gun idolization that has fueled the ongoing debate over gun control.


Line by Line Meaning

Take it back ta like motherfucking eighties and shit (we love, you)
Let's go back to the 80s where our love for guns and violence began


My first love was a deuce-deuce, nice and slim
My first gun was a small, but valuable 22 pistol


Tucked in my Chucker boots, what a priceless gem
The gun was hidden in my shoe, like a precious gem


When I took her out to the clubs, we got right in
The gun gave me confidence and power to enter clubs without issue


She kept me safe, even held me down in fights with men
The gun protected me and helped me win fights with other men


I like my murder mommies loud and thick
I prefer guns that make loud noises and have a strong grip


Handles tight on grip, not shy ta spit
My gun has a tight grip and is not afraid to shoot


Make daddy proud of shit
The gun is so impressive that even my dad would be proud of it


Four foot' five hooker, move the whole crowd looker
A short and small gun can still have a big impact and impress a crowd


Short stack black, well-done beef cooker
A small and powerful black gun can be compared to a well-cooked piece of beef


My tre-eighty kept me crazy Dunn, she had me whipped
My .38 caliber gun made me feel crazy and was a favorite


In the whip high, riding by, ready ta spit
I was high and ready to shoot while riding in a car


She like to talk shit, she's a cocky bitch
The gun is powerful and makes me feel confident, like a cocky woman


Firm grip all black like liquorishs
The gun has a tight grip and is completely black, like licorice candy


I sleep with hoes and, creep with hoes
I use guns to sleep and creep around, doing illegal activities


Eat off hoes, I love these four-fours
I profit off illegal activities and have a liking for .44 caliber guns


Or the 9 doubled, in the L Bubble
I also like the 9mm or two of them, in the back seat of a car


Smashing security with something, we all in to stunting
We are willing to take on security with our guns to show off and impress others


These are the tools of the trade (that we use to get paid)
Guns are the tools we use to make money and gain power


When we cruise in Escalades on escapades (with guns ablaze)
We ride in fancy cars while causing trouble and shooting guns


Been amazed since the younger age (Safe from the hunger pangs)
We have been fascinated by guns since a young age and see them as a way to escape poverty and hunger


Bang when the trouble came (Pioneers of gun slang)
We use guns to solve problems and created the slang associated with guns


Party with them things (A little somethin' somethin')
We bring guns to parties for fun and excitement


The fire's in the game (my system be thumping)
The danger and thrill associated with guns is exciting and pumps me up


(A bwoy bwoy, the sounds of guns busting)
The sound of guns firing is a reminder of the power and danger associated with them


(A bwoy bwoy, your heart just stopped pumping)
The sound of guns firing can be so startling that it can stop your heart momentarily


It was love at first sight when I burst the pipe
I immediately fell in love with a gun when I first fired it


Off the project roof in the middle of night
I fired the gun off the roof of a building in the middle of the night


On the block independence day, pistols ignite
We celebrate 'independence' by shooting guns on the street


Ghetto tunes we vibe to, write rhymes on the site
We listen to and create music about guns while also writing lyrics about them


Nigga, my forty-four was raw, she had me wired
My .44 caliber gun was impressive and made me feel powerful


Had my dick rock solid first time I fired
Firing the gun for the first time was such a thrilling experience that it made me excited


Had a sis that was solid, Smif N Wessun medallion
The gun had a solid feel and was impressive, like a Smif N Wessun medallion


Only fuck with professionals and kids with thousands
I only associate with people who have a lot of money or professional experience with guns


One bitch her ass was plump
One gun had a large and impressive appearance


Nickname China shotgun, nigga used to love how she pumped
This gun was nicknamed 'China shotgun' and impressed me with how it fired


She kept the money looking double barrel
This gun helped me keep my money on point and profit even more


Shoe string around my neck, the whole party peril ?
I carried the gun around with me at all times, even at parties, making everyone nervous


You bring your whole apparel
Even if someone brings all their clothes and valuables, I still have a gun to impress them


Boots, coats, change, rings and wallets
I am not impressed by material possessions, as my gun is my most valuable possession


Break your pockets, love when niggas think they brought it
I love to rob people of their possessions, especially if they think they are bringing something valuable


Jump up and run a wrestle dog, we don't tussle
I am willing to get into a fight or even wrestle a dog to escape with what I want


Squeeze off, let a gang of little pellets touch you
I will not hesitate to shoot a lot of bullets at someone if necessary


Get 'em at six, when they brains open a range
I target people at a young age when they are more vulnerable and impressionable


Show 'em the reigns of how to squeeze eight of them thing
I teach them how to shoot guns and use them as a tool for power


Let them grow for a spell, then I catch 'em at twelve
I wait for them to mature and become more skilled with guns before recruiting them


Wit the one in their head, that's how I'm taking the L
I give them a powerful gun and use them to do my illegal activities, putting them at risk and keeping myself safe


When they graduate to sixteen, its all bets off
Once they become more skilled at using guns, they become even more dangerous


Shells catching no relations when the semi's going off
No one is safe when we start firing the guns, as everyone is at risk of being hit with a bullet


My nine milli had me silly smoking dro with phillies
My 9mm gun made me feel invincible and I used it while smoking marijuana cigarettes


Feeling like a big Willy takin' cabs to the city
I feel powerful and confident, like I am a VIP, when taking taxis to the city with my gun


Seven-forty illy, twisting the sticky hash from Ricky
I have a powerful .740 caliber gun and use it while twisting marijuana cigarettes


Trigger itchy, nice and slippery, fuck wit me
I am eager to use my gun and am ready for anyone who tries to mess with me


Have you ever seen a forty five before?
My .45 caliber gun is impressive and rare


Big Mac 11 nozzle right pon your jaw
My Mac 11 gun has a large nozzle that could be placed directly on someone's jaw




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