Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shooters , by - Durag Dynasty. Song from the album 360 Waves, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопShooters |
| The massacre slashy, a ball and a plane passenger |
| The dope rhyme probable cause from the drug trafficker |
| John Fonte make a cocaine canister |
| Presidential pardon, I’m the campaign manager |
| We in the big league, soaring over the amateurs |
| Super max level, they rap smash you characters |
| You wouldn’t hurt a flea with malaria |
| You are dirt under my shovel, that’s why I bury ya |
| About shootin, not destitute |
| Til you may stay in school while I bless my loop |
| Put a cross around my head til I bless the dead |
| From the moment I awake til I rest my head |
| Slow pace, speed it up, don’t look down, I’m headed up |
| Took a long shot with a twin block and wet it up |
| Bullet shower, led on a land spread, no letting up |
| Til I see the wife’s pizazz he ain’t getting up |
| (Hook) |
| Do that shit, yea do it |
| Ice griller, general mills and get bruisers |
| Flash your little cannon on us — you better use it |
| If it’s guns going off in the spot then we the shooters |
| Yea do that shit, yea do it |
| Keep thinkin life is a game, you gonna lose it |
| Flash your little cannon on us — you better use it |
| If it’s guns going off in the spot then we the shooters |
| This shit like you wanna pull a leg |
| Rappers is full of shit and a room of guns is full of clips |
| You ought to just quit, dollars is pent |
| On yo head like the Shawty from a nautical trench |
| And this is edge |
| To leave em dead, ridin the snitch |
| Get yo stocks like my 501's, spray then dretch |
| Blow yo spot like grenades with grip like a bad trip |
| When I see blood like I was raised to crip |
| Too many jewels go to fuck with these fools though |
| I master my circumference, resurrect mummies from out the tombstone |
| Most flyest, mosaic, |
| Told the riot, pump load and fire, it’s luck you and yo sightin |
| That’s how we show improve with the science |
| Move with the iron, supplyin shots, choppa like fire hydrants |
| And that was auto-pilot, with all kind of violence |
| Good put the strongest on a wider diet, try it |
| (Hook) |
| Do that shit, yea do it |
| Ice griller, general mills and get bruisers |
| Flash your little cannon on us — you better use it |
| If it’s guns going off in the spot then we the shooters |
| Yea do that shit, yea do it |
| Keep thinkin life is a game, you gonna lose it |
| Flash your little cannon on us — you better use it |
| If it’s guns going off in the spot then we the shooters |
| Yes we discriminate, bitch made and I ain’t impressed |
| I’ll turn yo corn rolls to French breads and give you address |
| With a slip and some high heel pumps cuz niggas is punk |
| Holdin that Little John, tryna get shit crunk |
| This is juice, prove error with terror |
| Take of error with berettas |
| Leanin out of slammed doors, Carrera stop frontin |
| My niggas pull yo stuffin out the oven over nothing |
| Quick to have yo stove top jumpin, jaw jacker |
| Clack you like racist ass crackers |
| I ain’t racist, I just hate lazy ass rappers |
| Crazy ass fashion, hat master hoodie that I’m splashin |
| Complement the bird that I’m smashin |
| Aloha, mahalos from the rallow foot soldier that will roast ya |
| Squad up like a fresh pot of forgers, nigga hold up |
| The sole controller on the lower with the cobras |
| Get yo little bumper car towed up, we are not doin it |
| (Hook) |
| Do that shit, yea do it |
| Ice griller, general mills and get bruisers |
| Flash your little cannon on us — you better use it |
| If it’s guns going off in the spot then we the shooters |
| Yea do that shit, yea do it |
| Keep thinkin life is a game, you gonna lose it |
| Flash your little cannon on us — you better use it |
| If it’s guns going off in the spot then we the shooters |
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