Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shotgun Style, artist - Eve.
Date of issue: 30.04.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Shotgun Style |
Coming through shotgun stlye |
Cop one thou |
Need a hundred more |
What da fuck you runnin’for |
You don’t wanna see it when we point a gun at yall |
Have everybody sayin’what the hell you done it for |
Muthafucker who you |
Nigga screw you |
Brought my two honnies and they rob shit too |
Strip butt naked |
Wher the da big faces |
Lil’ones too |
Changing off |
Styles coming through |
Danger core |
You in the wrong part of town 17 around |
You know the shit is fucked up when the feinds get down |
And you ask for a nigga, we ain’t seen the clown |
It’s so ridiculous |
A snitch quick to bust |
Some cats sensitive |
Like a clit to bust |
Get blue balls tryna give da dick to us Double R Fuck hard |
Nigga spit you up When it comes to our blasting |
Outlasting |
Nigga prepare |
Cause thugging is a fad like a fashion |
Took out by my team nigga |
Thugging is a passion |
Gone give us the cash or a plaque claiming platnium |
You average |
Yall niggas quick to bitch |
My dogs |
Got a nigga quick to snitch |
Want more |
Why you acting like a virgin to dick |
Why you acting like you done got da clip to my shit |
Ay yo |
I gots to hide my dick |
Cause niggas ride my dick |
If ain’t a nigga |
It’s a chick that wanna suck my shit |
Always |
Got something to say about my click |
Snatch your walkman |
Guess who’s tape was in that shit |
I put scars on niggas wit these bars |
And alot of hate in da air |
When I floss thes cars |
All this ice on ours |
We keep in da vault |
Bitch tell your man like Silkk the Shocker |
«It ain’t my fault» |
Ay yo |
I drink till I’m barred |
Rock my chains on top of my scar |
To avoid a chest cold |
Pack guns till I’m old |
And I’m a still watch the brooker |
On some Scarface shit |
Caked out you muthafucker |
Still Doin’dirt I ain’t your role model don |
Fucked up lifestyle |
I wouldn’t teach to my son |
Dealing wit keys |
Big time drug dealer |
In and out of Genovese |
What you want pain killers |
I bounce on tracks |
Put platnium on wax |
Buisness type |
Only way to reach me is the fax |
What you want nigga |
I’ll tell you what I want nigga |
Dat knick knack |
Rollin’in dat black Lex |
Strep in my lap |
Gettin’ready for dat payback |
Some say that down south boss could never be booted |
I’m schooled |
So let me skill this ruler for this rouger |
Do ya Stick ups for shady doers |
I knew to much as a youngster |
I was already ruined |
I’m on a paper route |
So I watch out for back stabbers |
I shoot for da loot cause I’m a money stack grabber |
Black Queen |
Wit a spirit of lack a Alackteen |
Stack green |
Generate mad cream |
Like da wickers I love on da perk |
Till he pass out |
Then Wake up in the morning wit his cash out |
Hustle to stay rich |
That’s why I came quick |
So when the game switch |
I’ll still be the same bitch |
I don’t care if you an east coast nigga |
Or a west coast nigga |
Just keep your heat close |
And your vest close nigga |
When it go down |
Are you gonna pop your clip |
Or let these mark ass niggas |
Try to stop your grip |
I don’t think so homes |
My guns is chrome |
And they fit right in your hand |
So they easy to throw 'em |
When I kick in the door |
Gimme the coke and the cola |
Think it’s a joke |
I’m aiming at your girls rollers |
Muthafucker |
It gets no better than that |
I hope you improve whateva you lack |
Most niggas get killed inthe streets |
Cause they never be strapped |
But remember this |
Ryde or Die where ever you at I got dogs |
That’ll put yall in the dirt for me So I can get old and tell my kids turf stories |
Nigga |