Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Sure Shot, Pt. 1 / The Sure Shot, Pt. 2, artist - Adrian Younge. Date of issue: 29.03.2018
Song language: English
The Sure Shot, Pt. 1 / The Sure Shot, Pt. 2 |
| Record spins, I’m going in |
| I don’t shoot to kill, I play to win |
| Stay catching up with the cutthroats |
| Some men shoot a nigga, throw 'em off the tugboat, no floats |
| The body sinks to the bottom |
| Or left off the side of the road to smell rotten |
| The murder sprees, random killings |
| Ghostface Killah’s back attacking villains, hanging from the ceilings |
| Godfather motives, gangsta mentality |
| Black superhero with the immortality |
| Forever, I be creeping in a black mist |
| Ill night vision with the militant tactics |
| I glide through the air like a swarm of bees |
| Shake niggas off quick like a dog with fleas |
| Raw meat, leave bodies slumped in the street |
| Revenge is the spice of life, it’s so sweet |
| Ay yo, pipe bombs blowing they souls to Jesus |
| Don’t need nothing but the puzzle glue for the pieces |
| Meat cleaver cut finger tips like rib tips |
| Home invasions, cars gonna flip, DeLucas lose |
| Pair of cement shoes, tossed in the ocean |
| Popped until they brain ooze, I won’t lose |
| Blood all on my apron, hog tie 'em up while they try escaping |
| Peeped the visual, tied 'em up individual |
| Took their clothes off, season 'em like sausage |
| Let the pits out to eat 'em, that’s the remedy |
| Attack, kill, bite off their extremities |
| Blood bath splash my name on my wall |
| Call it piece delivery, leave a tip on the stall |
| With an arm, leg, a head |
| I’m coming for you all |
| It’s the sure shot |
| Heart of a lion, king of the jungle |
| I’m a humble killer bee, you as soft as a bumble |
| I don’t crumble, I strike back hard with a vengeance |
| Attack through these killer words I spit in a sentence |
| I’m a menace, the black Clark Kent, caped crusader |
| The face of a ghost, I disappear in the vapors |
| You could murder my flesh and bone, soul’s invincible |
| Revenge my death, payback’s the main principal |
| Protect ya neck when you move, I be lurking in the shadows |
| Starks, the gangsta nigga, I never lose battles |
| Pimp nigga, with a superhero logo on my chest |
| Big Gucci link, GFK on the crest |
| Icy arm for the eagle with the eight carat ruby eyes |
| Piss on your motherfucking arm while I’m stupid high |
| All black down, royalty purple and some ice chips |
| Two Glock 9's pointed at you in a hype flick |
| Now I’m alone in the room, and I just stare at the wall |
| Revenge my death but I’m going through withdrawals |
| My lost niggas, I miss them this new power and wisdom |
| Got me thinking I’ve made a whole lot of bad decisions |
| Got locals still to deal with, should I kill her? |
| Throw her fuckin' ass in a cage with a gorilla |
| Or let her live and treat her like scum of the Earth |
| I’ve got goons to feed and babies to birth |
| I’m the God now, plus I’m a super rich nigga |
| Do more help than harm, either way you figure |
| Should I protect and serve or cock and aim destruction? |
| Let the enterprise take over the force of production |
| Corruption, my mind state is unpredictable |
| I’m bulletproof now, back from the dead, I’m invincible |