G-Unit, M.O.P., Mobb Deep, Ma$e - 300 Shots lyrics

Y'all niggas spend too much
Time watchin' flicks
Who you wanna be? Tony Montana n shit?
Well you can start
Right before his ass get hit
But when I walk up you
Can see the shotgun spit
Ferrari roof go down, Lam doors go up
I got big boy toys, when you gon' grow up?
Nigga knick knack pattywack
Give a dog a bone
I'm still down to sell crack
Out a fiends home
God bless the child with a flawless flow
Say gave a nigga the talent to push blow
Like a pimp watch a hoe, I watch the grams go
Watch the stash grow, straight cash flow
I'm a hundred time bigger than
Preme in his prime
100 mill in my account and
I'm still on the grind
When you ain't in my clique
It's hard to shine
I mean talent like this is so hard to find
G-Unit!

I don't dream now that I'm livin
I'm out to get it my truck an ak can hit it
I'm a rap tycoon, I was fly in the whom
So I'm gettin ass like a public bathroom
I went from Rikers Island
To shows at the garden
Automatic startin' in the drop got
Your bitch pussy fartin
My album about to drop in 7 days
But I still poke a rapper at the vma's
Kilo's in a gram, po's be my fans
That's why I'm overseas doin shows in Japan
I got Gats from the future, see-through guns
So when my bullets leave the chamber
I can see you run
Nigga I flip my advance before
I ran through it
'cause that money turn haters
Into that barmen fluid
My dope be a 8, from a 1 to 10
Keepin in a cool place from Uncle Ben

You know you messin' with a nigga
That do this for a livin'
Put two in the street while
There's two in the kitchen
Put guns in niggas mouth
Like "Who's u dissin'?"
We give for they knew who you was missin
Nigga
You can either have a gun at the chain
Or one at the brain
I have hoes back of the church
Hummin' ya name
Even then I feel it's like cheat my men
Watch God leave the sky to
Come and greet my men
I pop niggas in the chest
They never breathe again
Route 20 in the fitness see the streets again
What's a man tryna wake up
Who can't wake up?
Back guards face straight up with
Kinds of make up
'cause eveyrtime I run, scream, pop a 3-80
I hear a mother scream
"Please not my baby!"
Quick as I see it's you
Bullets will hit you, boy
Your nobody so no one will miss you
Queens start to kickin' it's too
Much to get through
Leave a nigga leakin' like an Indian ritual
Who wanna run up on me they get known quick
I blackout then snatch your chrome clique
Leavin' jail in '91, made I'm homesick
Move Pow-Fu like a Farrakhan atonement
Raised in, caged in, let my ways spin
Face wrapped up like a Saudi Arabian

A country nigga still lookin' for
A New York hoe
About to kill these niggas with
This New York flow
Say one nigga name homie you gon' go
You in that Hot97 so New York know
I use to listen to Jada
I've never listened to Joe
I couldn't tell ya how now
One of his verses go
Seen Styles and Sheek out, doin promo
I was like "What Up?" and
They was like "Uh-Oh!"
I ain't just get cold, see my block been hot
50 give me the word
Niggas would have been pop
Fuck a interview nigga I get into you nigga
Enough hearin' 'bout what you
Finna do nigga

Murder at it's best
This is rap at it's finest
You can see my verse
Even if you the blindest
My raps is vivid, ya bitch I hit it
All ready
Yeah that's right this is spaghetti
Head mob niggas, my gun bomb niggas
Go 'head and shoot, my pistol nuke niggas
When I let off the whole
Earth feel the effects
I mix cd's and treat 'em like album shit
Our albums
We treat 'em like the president elections
On our champagne campaign livin' up dresses
On the dance flo' the Hennessee it flow
When you fuck with G-Unit then
You gon' fuckin' blow
When you fuck with Mobb Deep
Then bring some fuckin' hoes
'cause it's a gang of us and we ready to go
'cause after the party after the
Party we get so drunk
We forget all about the next day hun

Get it teflon don, ak-filled
Get your mouth blown off like
The hand that feeds you
Yeah little motherfucker put the
Hammer in diesel
G-Unit Game Over this is only a preview
Niggas shittin' on theyself gotta
Rock in the huggy the coke in the pot rise
To the top like dougy
Got chicks with a ass like Buffy
Yes homie trust me plays fuck me
Kick 'em out when they try to get touchy
Qb/Southside, if you wanted to Trestle
Man your man is hot
You don't wanna get next to
Like 50's beef is mine and mine is his
See this serious, motherfuckin ask them kids
Niggas wild on the streets
Scared to death to bid
Sell anything that stay from
The bottles and cuffs, nigga butt

You about to witness an M o p thug out
And for you niggas hatin' listen
To the sounds of
The Unit kiss my ass with your tongue out
Nigga
Fuck a warden I ring bells like a doorman
So all you motherfuckers take it
Easy like sunday mornin (Get 'em up)
Put 'em up, wrap ya hand or knuckle up
Ground zero we never ran never
Will we fuck 'em up
Dude you gonna get your ass banged
Fuckin' with that homie Lloyd Banks
Wild gun style what the fuck y'all think

Niggas ain't got nuttin' on me
Everybody know that
Niggas run up on a V, everybody gon' clap
And if he ain't what he say
N everybody gon rats
Just rat, and catch your little body all rats
Matter'fact, I don't hang out with
No lobby for rats (Nah)
The gun swallow me back off Bacardi and Yack
I'm in the club with the snub
This the part of the track
A stray from the K will take a part of ya hat
I'm gettin cake like you wouldn't
Believe but I'm accepted
By mainstream America and good in the piece
Now niggas wanna talk all greasy (why)
Like they ain't used to open up for
Me in New York on tv (Ya know)
Skip all chatter, and walk off Eazy
A milly will make your body
Looker look all measly
Ya bitch spotted me on the
Dolo and I'm low-low
Damn near broke a monolo for a photo
I ain't ridin' around with a
Dodo that's a No-No
Momma taught me better than that
You go to go home
Look at me now, a product of poverty
I can't watch the way I gotta decide a me
The 'hoods fulla hurt but that was a robbery
Critics owe me an apologee, I'm probably
A sixteen away from the lottery
My niggas keep guns
That's one of the things I gotta be
I'm wrapped up in a dome shit
Cause nigga got all kinds of beef
They want ya to come get
I'm 2 steppin' with my weapon
Cause they don't check 'em up
I know niggas from 'round there
And they don't check us
All of the niggas was fans when I met 'em
Just waitin' in the wind for niggas
To come and get 'em
On my next album, Im'a have
Some fun wit' 'em
Spank 'em all around so
Everybody forget 'em
They Envy, cause I got the 'hood in a frenzy
And I move smooth with the wooden Benzy
Blend in, niggas will body ya for a pen
Baby need food, baby momma need fin
You know me, New York cap on
Batman whip that I got off a rap song
I'm the fan with the illegal strap on
Teflon n a wife beater n black on its on!

Wassup? This the kid 50 Cent man
Its going down, ya heard me?
Niggas got me mad, ya talk
Ya niggas got me all fucked up
I'm finna kill few of you mother fuckers man
Know what I'm sayin'? Watch ya niggas
Say somethin' smart out ya mouth, boy
You better stop usin' ya mouth
Before I help you not be able
To use ya mouth Mother fucker!