Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shotgun Style , by - Eve. Release date: 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 |