8Ball, MJG, Ludacris - Shot Off lyrics

What kind of nigga always run
His mouth like a hoe
Like his jaw got a battery
This nigga always know
Who got robbed, got shot, who got put on lock
Nobody invited you and still you
Got up in the spot
Me, I'm not a witness, keep my distance
Mind my business you, somebody talk
You in they mouth like a dentist
We keep it gangsta
Mommas love it cause they know it's real
Like UGK
"we keeps it trill" mobbin' through the field
Big Ball, Fatboy
Unload heat when my brain spill you for it
Images without no coke connect pills
We keep it crunk and poppin'
Real niggas know the deal
We Bad Boys, anywhere we at we smoke and kill
You try to stop it


Get yo' shit broke up in twenty pieces
We roll deep in brand new
Vehicles wit secret features
Game preachers move yo' pimpin'
For you mamasitas we players on the field
Y'all niggas in them bleachers

You talkin' down behind my back
(uh) you done shot off nigga
Fifty, four or twenty sack
You done shot off nigga
If you fly and got a gun
(uh) when the drama come, you run (uh)
You know what you just done
You done shot off nigga
You talkin' down behind my back
(uh) you done shot off nigga
Fifty, four or twenty sack
You done shot off nigga
If you fly and got a gun
(uh) when the drama come, you run (uh)
You know what you just done
You done shot off nigga

Man come on now, you done shot off
Just like my Daytons lost a knockoff
Or a tight-ass shirt when the button pop off
You standin' in snow and you got
Yo' shoes and socks off
Who holds the key? No-fuckin-body
I brokes the lock off
I blew the top off, took the comma, period
Dot off and ran on wit it and broke
You a whole lot off
I'm gettin' hot and startin' to boil
Don't turn the pot off
You disrespectin' pimpin', pimpin' yo
Get yo' rocks off release some pressure
Stop all that cryin' and wipe ya snot off
Excuses you be usin' for losin'
It's cheap as hot sauce earn yo' position
Stop hatin' beacuse you not boss
M-J-G, pimp tight, I'm movin' yo' spot off
And I don't reach, stoppin' yo' plans
Fucking yo' plot off
I go hard and I don't sheave and I'm not off
And livin' on the edge rebellin'
I'm never dropped off
Like Aaron Hall, "Don't Be Afraid" bitch
Call the cops off

You talkin' down behind my back
(uh) you done shot off nigga
Fifty, four or twenty sack
You done shot off nigga
If you fly and got a gun
(uh) when the drama come, you run (uh)
You know what you just done
You done shot off nigga
You talkin' down behind my back
(uh) you done shot off nigga
Fifty, four or twenty sack
You done shot off nigga
If you fly and got a gun
(uh) when the drama come, you run (uh)
You know what you just done
You done shot off nigga

Now you can either check yo' ego at the do'
(door) or let the drama unfold
And check my Rap Sheet, BITCH
I'm almost ten million sold
I'm only rappin' cause I want to
I got enough plaques needless to say
My favorite rappers told me to
Get on this track and so I DID it
Quickly wrote my sixteen down and SPIT it
By the end of the verse
You'll say, "once again, ludacris SHIT it"
Then I'll wipe this wit yo' face and
Put yo' pride in the trash
My whole career is like my video
I'm showin' my ass i keeps it, "gangsta
Gangsta!" shooters and shanksters
Until you shot off motherfuckers
I'm a "thank ya, thank ya!"
Runnin' yo' mouth behind my back until
You run out of time
But at least yo' talkin' let's me know
Some millions stay on yo' mind
It ain't nothin' wrong wit that
Tell em grabbin' the thang and then
I put it to yo' brain
And change everything you ever hope fo'
(for) wit the 44 you'll be fallin' back
And yak - is what I'm drinkin'
Steady thinkin' bout these pigs chasin'
I'm bout to bring home the bacon

You talkin' down behind my back
(uh) you done shot off nigga
Fifty, four or twenty sack
You done shot off nigga
If you fly and got a gun
(uh) when the drama come, you run (uh)
You know what you just done
You done shot off nigga
You talkin' down behind my back
(uh) you done shot off nigga
Fifty, four or twenty sack
You done shot off nigga
If you fly and got a gun
(uh) when the drama come, you run (uh)
You know what you just done
You done shot off nigga
You talkin' down behind my back
(uh) you done shot off nigga
Fifty, four or twenty sack
You done shot off nigga
If you fly and got a gun
(uh) when the drama come, you run (uh)
You know what you just done
You done shot off nigga
You talkin' down behind my back
(uh) you done shot off nigga
Fifty, four or twenty sack
You done shot off nigga
If you fly and got a gun
(uh) when the drama come, you run (uh)
You know what you just done
You done shot off nigga