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Shotaz Lyrics |
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(Intro, |
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Skatterman |
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Shotaz: the combination of a soldier and a boss |
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A nigga that refuse to take a short or a loss |
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So take a deep breath, today is your death day |
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[Chorus: x2] |
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You can call them shotaz |
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Move how we movin' or get you block (burnt) |
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Down to the ground we leavin' nada |
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No witness or survivors |
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No games, no playin', no words, no save |
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(Verse 1: |
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Kutt |
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Break out your umbrellas niggas and your water-proofed vestses |
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It leaks bodies so eat hearty and finish your breakfastes |
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Cause tonight we down in hell so go deliver the message |
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To your mommy father boy or daughter repent in your next of kin |
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In the still of the night calm waters'll shake |
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If you owe me money relatives come to honor your wake |
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Obituaries and rose wreaths to compliment faith |
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Only God can determine when your in a ominous state |
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Cause when the rain drops niggas get wet |
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You gotsta chill or get popped and killed like EPMD is still in effect |
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You bleed for mercy with the steel in your neck |
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Once it verses gettin' worse you feelin' light-headed layin' still on your chest |
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An 80's baby with a killin' finesse |
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So **** parole call up Makaveli with a concealed and carry a vest |
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You might make it through the alley but won't make it through the night |
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The ambulance won't understand that we got plans on sight |
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(Chorus) |
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(Verse 2: |
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Snug Brim |
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Red bandana over these chop thangs |
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You can run tuck your tail holla lose your brains |
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It's all the same most of you bitchin' I can show you that |
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Make sure you got your catchers mitt cause I'm a throw you that |
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You know where at, south side Kansas City |
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Missouri nigga we don't roll with nothin' less than fitty |
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You pussies call yourselves some riders but don't know the meanin' |
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Soon as a shot let off you're lost and you're duckin' and screamin' |
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You better move how I'm movin' or get your top seized |
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Make it hard for you to live I'm talkin' not breathe |
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If they catch me I'm a lay down like G's do |
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Silent mode, break the code and niggas bleed you |
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How can I please you, I roll with tecs and macs and glocks |
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You try to fake this way I pull up right up on your block |
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You see the shots sparks fly from the semi |
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Lay it down and go get gone on some Remy |
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(Chorus) |
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(Verse 3: |
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Snug Brim |
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And I clap those, believe that |
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Y'all just some lil homies hustlin' for you weed sack |
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For these stacks ain't no tellin' what I come across |
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I keep it real, play the game without a ****in' flaw |
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Money talks so you ho niggas ain't sayin' much |
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My pistol stay within the reach and I ain't playin' brah |
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This rap shit is irrelavent, I got mail to get |
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Short on your nickels and dimes and I got hella clips |
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Kutt Calhoun |
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Shit and I got hella spit hit from a fast repitition |
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About an automatic rap and I handle the bidness |
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Give me a reason to proceed ram all the witness |
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Don't take no turkey talkin' steak from a sandwich nigga |
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About my cake but I ain't ate cause the candles are missin' |
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But on my momma like Obama I scramble for vision |
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So here today just consider me a man on a mission |
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Light up your porch like Mork from Ork nanu nanu you niggas |
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(Chorus) |
