Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Esham, Anybody Killa - ShotGun lyrics
[Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Esham, Anybody Killa - ShotGun lyrics]
Err'ybody 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 fk about your set
Type mentality
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 scratching like a DJ
15 shells in my pocket, who wanna see me
Khakis stay on fold, brew ice-cold
And my homeboy rapping to a
Chicken that he know
Here come a car up the street
Rolling real slow with a wannabe, baby G
Hanging out the window
Looking close, like he knows me fk set!
Buck shots splattered his ass all
Over his homies upholstery
Trying to play me closely, but my approach be
Buck'em all till they fall with my shotgun
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 fk about your set
Type mentality
If I keep my self alive
Something just might happen
Like my gun clapping
Or a motherfker's head crackin'
My nerves are shot, I'm sweaty and hot
Always shaking
Looking just like Michael J fox
Save me, help me take me out this mind frame
Without the choppin' on you
Hoes cause I'm insane
Me and Colton be getting Grundy in the hood
Knocking down your doorway
Jacking all your goods
Look into the barrel of my shotgun
Watch yourself
Fking wit me, is just bad for your health
So when you see me coming
Best be thinking whether you want
To live or die
Cause my anger's increasing, so watch out
Cause we ain't playing pimp
Move the fk over
All up our face, acting like we know ya
But if you really want to get that close
Then prepare yourself
To be filled with holes
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 fk about your set
Type mentality
Sawed off shotgun and I'm about to dump
Sippin' on some syrup, speakers on bump
Cruising 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 nothing to play with my
Shotgun murdered 9 federal agents
I kill them 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 Blasphemy
Now another shotgun casualty
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 fk about your set
Type mentality
4 bullets left in my pocket, I'm a madman
Three more people wanna test me
3 bullets left in my pocket, I'm a madman
Two more people wanna test me
2 bullets left in my pocket, I'm a madman
One more person wanna test me
1 bullets left in my pocket, I'm a madman
Don't nobody wanna test me
"Damn! Fk! I ran outta muthafkin ammo
Unless you count the box of shells
I got in the glove compartment!"
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 fk about your set
Type mentality
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 scratching like a DJ
15 shells in my pocket, who wanna see me
Khakis stay on fold, brew ice-cold
And my homeboy rapping to a
Chicken that he know
Here come a car up the street
Rolling real slow with a wannabe, baby G
Hanging out the window
Looking close, like he knows me fk set!
Buck shots splattered his ass all
Over his homies upholstery
Trying to play me closely, but my approach be
Buck'em all till they fall with my shotgun
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 fk about your set
Type mentality
If I keep my self alive
Something just might happen
Like my gun clapping
Or a motherfker's head crackin'
My nerves are shot, I'm sweaty and hot
Always shaking
Looking just like Michael J fox
Save me, help me take me out this mind frame
Without the choppin' on you
Hoes cause I'm insane
Me and Colton be getting Grundy in the hood
Knocking down your doorway
Jacking all your goods
Look into the barrel of my shotgun
Watch yourself
Fking wit me, is just bad for your health
So when you see me coming
Best be thinking whether you want
To live or die
Cause my anger's increasing, so watch out
Cause we ain't playing pimp
Move the fk over
All up our face, acting like we know ya
But if you really want to get that close
Then prepare yourself
To be filled with holes
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 fk about your set
Type mentality
Sawed off shotgun and I'm about to dump
Sippin' on some syrup, speakers on bump
Cruising 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 nothing to play with my
Shotgun murdered 9 federal agents
I kill them 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 Blasphemy
Now another shotgun casualty
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 fk about your set
Type mentality
4 bullets left in my pocket, I'm a madman
Three more people wanna test me
3 bullets left in my pocket, I'm a madman
Two more people wanna test me
2 bullets left in my pocket, I'm a madman
One more person wanna test me
1 bullets left in my pocket, I'm a madman
Don't nobody wanna test me
"Damn! Fk! I ran outta muthafkin ammo
Unless you count the box of shells
I got in the glove compartment!"