ShotGun

Lyrics

[Intro: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Everybody get your shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off Stay strapped homie this shit is about to pop off Me I be a G from way back in the day With that I don't give a fuck about your set, type mentality [Verse 1: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] I'll shoot you in the day, like my heater stay on toast And Grundy build a casket for you as soon as you a ghost I got an itchy trigger finger and I'm scratchin' like a DJ Fifteen shells in my pocket, who wanna see me Khakis stay on fold, brew ice-cold And my homeboy rappin' to a chicken that he know Here come a car up the street, rollin' real slow With a wanna be, baby G, hangin' out the window Looking close, like he knows me Fuck set! Buck shots splattered his ass all over his homies upholstery Tryna play me closely, but my approach be Buck 'em all till they fall with my shotgun [Chorus: Jamie Madrox] Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off *Gunshot* Stay strapped homie this shit is about to pop off Me I be a G from way back in the day With that I don't give a fuck about your set, type mentality Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off *Gunshot* Stay strapped homie this shit is about to pop off Me I be a G from way back in the day With that I don't give a fuck about your set, type mentality [Verse 2: Anybody Killa] If I keep my self alive (Live), somethin' just might happen (Whut?) Like my gun clappin', or a motherfucker's head crackin' (Bitch!) My nerves are shot, I'm sweaty and hot (Sweaty and hot) Always shakin', lookin' just like Michael J. Fox (Whut?) Save me, help me take me out this mind frame (Mind frame) Without the choppin' on you hoes 'cause I'm insane (C'mon!) Me and Colton be gettin' Grundy in the hood (Huh!) Knockin' down your doorway, jackin' all your goods (Yeah!) Look into the barrel of my shotgun, watch yourself Fuckin' wit' me, is just bad for your health (Whut?) So when you see me comin' Best be thinkin' whether you want to live or die 'Cause my anger's increasin', so watch out (What?!) 'Cause we ain't playin' pimp, move the fuck over! (Over!) All up our face, acting like we know ya (Ooh-yeah!) But if you really want to get that close Then prepare yourself, to be filled with holes [Chorus: Jamie Madrox] Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off *Gunshot* Stay strapped homie this shit is about to pop off Me I be a G from way back in the day With that I don't give a fuck about your set, type mentality Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off *Gunshot* Stay strapped homie this shit is about to pop off Me I be a G from way back in the day With that I don't give a fuck about your set, type mentality [Verse 3: Esham] Sawed off shotgun and I'm about to dump Sippin' on some syrup, speakers on bump Cruisin' down 7 mile, cash bed of pile You think my shotgun won't blast, bat a thou' I'm all cheddar style; throw your body off Bell Isle Bridge Don't push me 'cause, I'm over the edge Been fell off the ledge, with a hole in my head Only reason Colton Grundy see me 'cause he been dead Boy I'm nothin' to play with; my shotgun murdered nine federal agents I kill 'em all ages, bloodstain the front pages, this shit is outrageous Me, Blaze, and ABK need to be locked in cages Police been after me, I cause a catastrophe All because my shotgun said "blast for me" *Gunshot* Now another shotgun casualty *Gunshots* [Chorus: Jamie Madrox] Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off *Gunshot* Stay strapped homie this shit is about to pop off Me I be a G from way back in the day With that I don't give a fuck about your set, type mentality Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off *Gunshot* Stay strapped homie this shit is about to pop off Me I be a G from way back in the day With that I don't give a fuck about your set, type mentality [Outro: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Four bullets left in my pocket, I'm a madman *Gunshot* Three more people wanna test me! Three bullets left in my pocket, I'm a madman *Gunshot* Two more people wanna test me! Two bullets left in my pocket, I'm a madman *Gunshot* One more person wanna test me! One bullets left in my pocket, I'm a madman *Gunshot* Don't nobody wanna test me! [Segue: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] "Damn! Fuck! I ran outta muthafuckin' ammo, unless you count the box of shells I got in the glove compartment and what the fuck are you lookin' at!?!"