Lyrics:
only looking out for you
My patrolling days are over
And I ain't shot nobody since
I fought the big cheese out of office
And showed the hep kids
casually
We're different and the same, gave you another name
Switch up the batteries
If you gave me a chance I would take it
It's a shot in the dark
one,
so take advantage of what you've got
And since time waits for no-one,
I think its time that you gimme a shot
I'll give you what every girl wants (I
onions
Put a hole in ya, now yo ass a Funyun
You talkin' shit but yo ass is funny
You taking shots Steph Curry, Paul Bunyan
But them skills ain't gon'
hey! The motor city is burning, ya'll, that ain't right
There was a man, voice of the people
Standing on the balcony, of the Loraine Motel
Shots
Nickel Nina nigga Twitter beefing, first rapper to shot a fan
Gucci's my absolute state of mind like Waka's man
Chopper's spraying, getting head in a car
better get up off my dick nigga!
Before you have to deal wit my motherfucking trigger
I don't figure that it's worth all that, g
Getting yo' ass shot
fearin' me (at all)
Told my driver "Be on point", he wasn't hearing' me
Them shots went off, I'm steady callin', you ain't answerin'
You scarin' me
the wait take a shot
Don't be so quick to fold your cards
You just might have a Queen of Hearts
Even though I think your poker face is kinda cute
Just
Bomboclaat
Yuh sih
Yo, Creep
Me will shot a head off
E 'matic dem broad and the choppa dem tall (sweep)
Somebody drop a dead dog
A real
at The Box and sent some shots, I sent some change out
Told them pussy niggas get umbrellas, it's gon' rain out, motherfucker
I smoke a opp to take the pain
shot a slam-slam
Dem say dem a badman, me haffi ask which one
When we a fire shot, pull pin and fling bomb
Dem dead, we haffi trample dem like King
The neighbors ain't trippin', they hearin' shots every day
I ran through his pockets then I took off with the K (let me get that)
I shoot back to the crib
Stayed on the reservoir
Crossin' over Pasadena, high times, fear of God
Superfly God, yeah, yeah
Pour ten shots in your body, yeah, yeah (boom, boom,
a fire, I'm like, "Ditto," I kept my shit since a kiddo
Feel like a weirdo
Ain't shot this bitch in a minute, now I'm tryna turn his wife to a widow, ayy
not
My sweetheart
Tie me round your little finger
We have one shot your sweetest arms
They tie you round my little finger
And you were meant for me for
There was no conspiracy.
It was all for anarchy.
The President,
don't mean shit to me.
One less Kennedy.
I Shot J.F.K.
Pulled the trigger,
Blew him
WICKET! shit I spit it everybody
WICKET! WICKET! WICKET! I bloody bodies shot up bodies
WICKET! WICKET! WICEKT! the world is burning, hell on earth
and get laid
I don't have to look to see, that place isn't me
The guitars and money, the big shots
Bad cops and charities go by
The big stars that crash
falling apart
You just don't care anymore
You're just not there any more
'cause you're a shooting star that fell without a trace
And you shot so far that
We got game, shake em up, shake em up
We got game, shake em up, shake em up
The game is all about playin your best
And every shot you make you
was up the block when my compadre Coolie Black got shot
All up on Second and Clara Blocks now check it
New change was burnin inside motherfuckers
Bound for the bound bound for the reload
Ah shit!
I've been shot
I don't fucking believe this
Could everyone stop getting shot
Bound for
The block's hot, the block's hot with top notch glock shots
Surrounded by fiends but in for slingers to drop rocks
The blue baggy bender boys, that's
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