Conway The Machine, The Alchemist, Schoolboy Q - Shoot Sideways lyrics
Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
The Alchemist [Alan Daniel Maman] Beverly Hills, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
Schoolboy Q [Quincy Matthew Hanley] Wiesbaden, West Germany/South Central LA, CA, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[Conway The Machine, The Alchemist, Schoolboy Q - Shoot Sideways lyrics]
Uh, yo buck
Uh, yo
Please pick a side or run from your boy, boy
Who wanna die? My gun kill for joy, joy
Come take a dive, my demons deploy, 'ploy
(Uh, yo) bum-diggy-bum, bum-diggy-bum bay
Hands in the air, or I'll shoot it sideways
Bum-diggy-bum, bum-diggy-bum bay
How many times I did it my way?
Uh, hide the cookware in the kitchen cabinet
(Ha)
Comin' at me, you better get your ratchet
(Go get your gun, nigga)
My lil' shooter like AI
But he been missin' practice (Rappin')
But he still scorin' on the opps
And he still hittin' baskets
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Doot) he with the action
Still ridin' with a stick in traffic (Cap)
So if it's smoke
He 'bout to have your mama pickin' caskets
(Ha) i came a long way from
Flippin' on a pissy mattress (Ha)
Now I smell the piss on them
Bricks when I rip the plastic (Woo)
I move the powder on the side
It ain't talcum (Talk to 'em)
Try to slide, you gon' die
You know the outcome
(You know what's up, nigga)
Before I even got signed or dropped a album
I was in the trap
Draco by the blinds like Malcolm (Uh, huh)
Diss me, I don't respond
I ain't gon' give you the exposure (Ah)
But the semi in the holster
If the enemy approaches (Ah)
Body shit every time Alchemist
Sendin' me a folder
It's a wrap for these rap
Niggas, literally, it's over, ah
(Talk to 'em)
Please pick a side or run from your boy, boy
Who wanna die? My gun kill for joy, joy
Come take a dive, my demons deploy, 'ploy
(Uh, yo) bum-diggy-bum, bum-diggy-bum bay
Hands in the air, or I'll shoot it sideways
Bum-diggy-bum, bum-diggy-bum bay
How many times I did it my way? (yeah)
I'm from where you gotta fire your biscuit
(Ha) listen, I told Vanessa let me cook this
Brick up inside of your kitchen
(Let me whip this right here)
Nigga, my environment different
Still sellin' China, it's fine and terrific
Come and buy it and sniff it (Cap)
Uh, my mind scientific, I'm rhymin' prolific
(Ha) uh, I'm 'bout to kill 'em this summer
God as my witness (Facts)
Hit the back of your head with
This iron and lift it 'Cause in my city
Niggas get shot mindin' they business
Yeah, I'm in position niggas dyin' to get in
You wouldn't know what to do with it
If I let you get it (Ha ha haha)
Every time I drop a project
I just increase the violence with it
Talkin' funeral homes, hospital visit's
(Talk to 'em)
Yeah, I got the killers on the loose
Not stoppin' 'til the opps blood
Spillin' on my boots (Boom, boom, boom)
In the streets or on a beat
I can kill 'em in the booth
Shooter lock 'em in the scope, he 'bout
To drill 'em from the roof, ah
(Brr)
Please pick a side or run from your boy, boy
Who wanna die? My gun kill for joy, joy
Come take a dive, my demons deploy, 'ploy
(Uh, yo) bum-diggy-bum, bum-diggy-bum bay
Hands in the air, or I'll shoot it sideways
Bum-diggy-bum, bum-diggy-bum bay
How many times I did it my way?
Like, I ain't in this shit to just be
I'm just happy to be here, like
I need to be I need my
I need my motherfuckin' twisted twisted face
On the Mount Rushmore of hip-hop
Carve my shit in, chisel me in, nigga
Uh, yo
Please pick a side or run from your boy, boy
Who wanna die? My gun kill for joy, joy
Come take a dive, my demons deploy, 'ploy
(Uh, yo) bum-diggy-bum, bum-diggy-bum bay
Hands in the air, or I'll shoot it sideways
Bum-diggy-bum, bum-diggy-bum bay
How many times I did it my way?
Uh, hide the cookware in the kitchen cabinet
(Ha)
Comin' at me, you better get your ratchet
(Go get your gun, nigga)
My lil' shooter like AI
But he been missin' practice (Rappin')
But he still scorin' on the opps
And he still hittin' baskets
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Doot) he with the action
Still ridin' with a stick in traffic (Cap)
So if it's smoke
He 'bout to have your mama pickin' caskets
(Ha) i came a long way from
Flippin' on a pissy mattress (Ha)
Now I smell the piss on them
Bricks when I rip the plastic (Woo)
I move the powder on the side
It ain't talcum (Talk to 'em)
Try to slide, you gon' die
You know the outcome
(You know what's up, nigga)
Before I even got signed or dropped a album
I was in the trap
Draco by the blinds like Malcolm (Uh, huh)
Diss me, I don't respond
I ain't gon' give you the exposure (Ah)
But the semi in the holster
If the enemy approaches (Ah)
Body shit every time Alchemist
Sendin' me a folder
It's a wrap for these rap
Niggas, literally, it's over, ah
(Talk to 'em)
Please pick a side or run from your boy, boy
Who wanna die? My gun kill for joy, joy
Come take a dive, my demons deploy, 'ploy
(Uh, yo) bum-diggy-bum, bum-diggy-bum bay
Hands in the air, or I'll shoot it sideways
Bum-diggy-bum, bum-diggy-bum bay
How many times I did it my way? (yeah)
I'm from where you gotta fire your biscuit
(Ha) listen, I told Vanessa let me cook this
Brick up inside of your kitchen
(Let me whip this right here)
Nigga, my environment different
Still sellin' China, it's fine and terrific
Come and buy it and sniff it (Cap)
Uh, my mind scientific, I'm rhymin' prolific
(Ha) uh, I'm 'bout to kill 'em this summer
God as my witness (Facts)
Hit the back of your head with
This iron and lift it 'Cause in my city
Niggas get shot mindin' they business
Yeah, I'm in position niggas dyin' to get in
You wouldn't know what to do with it
If I let you get it (Ha ha haha)
Every time I drop a project
I just increase the violence with it
Talkin' funeral homes, hospital visit's
(Talk to 'em)
Yeah, I got the killers on the loose
Not stoppin' 'til the opps blood
Spillin' on my boots (Boom, boom, boom)
In the streets or on a beat
I can kill 'em in the booth
Shooter lock 'em in the scope, he 'bout
To drill 'em from the roof, ah
(Brr)
Please pick a side or run from your boy, boy
Who wanna die? My gun kill for joy, joy
Come take a dive, my demons deploy, 'ploy
(Uh, yo) bum-diggy-bum, bum-diggy-bum bay
Hands in the air, or I'll shoot it sideways
Bum-diggy-bum, bum-diggy-bum bay
How many times I did it my way?
Like, I ain't in this shit to just be
I'm just happy to be here, like
I need to be I need my
I need my motherfuckin' twisted twisted face
On the Mount Rushmore of hip-hop
Carve my shit in, chisel me in, nigga