GOTTEM

Lyrics

[Intro] Man, isn't it crazy how people be talkin shit about each other without knowing they full story, hold up, lemme tell you mine. I was brought from the dangerous streets of Harlem, makin some funky beats but I saw some stupid ass locs shit talkin, when I saw that, I just shot em [Chorus] GOTTEM SHOT EM [Verse 1] How these G's in the streets of NYC, had to move to a new country to get some peace, from these fools, using tools, gotta stand in stools to not like a little version of Ja Rule. Was minding my own business but they flexed a gat, threatening to come pop me (RAT AT TAT TAT TAT) So I recited my gang violence was homemade, I got and shot they ass made em leak red lemonade That's the shit we call gang Gang violence was homemade If you step in my way Make you leak red lemonade [Chorus] GOTTEM SHOT EM [Verse 2] I found my new hobby besides the gang, makin bomb ass rap, I was proud to say that my beats and my feats with my lyrical sweets might give you a sugar rush beside defeat. But every now and then, not before or when I find someones dope and begin to break in, Don't tell no one about this fuckin secret or we'll see your stupid ass life just caves in. I begin, to unlock em, with a, Good lock pick, Just cause, they talk shit, don't mean, I can't take they shit, I'll take their sticks and their bricks cause they dicks and I'll treat em like it. Here's an insult from them pieces of shit, you smell like some moldy ass tits I gotta say that, that gottem... Just gottem... AND THAN I SHOT EM THEM ASSHOLES NEVER STOOD A CHANCE I RAN AWAY THINK THEY FORGOT TO PRAY TOO BAD THEIR SON DIDN'T GET TO GO TO THE SCHOOL DANCE, I THINK HIS PARENTS GOT THEIR LIFE REVAMPED TO THE GRAVESTONE, OF MARY LANCE AND HARRY LANCE, At least I left their son a note, in his dead father's hands Fucked up but I gotta say that [Chorus] GOTTEM SHOT EM [Interlude] I shot they ass, they didn't pray at all, I killed them bitches and got my homies to give their kids stitches [Verse 3] Now I gotta say I got some dumbass beef with a cultist on the streets thinkin they the beast but they ain't watchin out they running their mouth. You better stay quiet before I shut you out. GOTTEM just gottem gottem gottem gottem