Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shots Fired , by - DJ DephtoneRelease date: 26.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Shots Fired |
| Jadakiss: D-Block, Double R, Time Is Money… |
| Niggas is cowards. |
| Load up nigga |
| Styles P: Let’s go |
| J: Yo, we woulda been killed you |
| S: Why even bother, nigga? |
| J: You ratted on Prim |
| S: He prolly ya father, nigga |
| J: In New York you was never a don |
| S: Niggas knew you was a rat when you made Ghetto Koran |
| J: Had names in the daily news |
| S: Shot you nine times |
| J: You could barely move |
| S: D-Block got the tenth shot |
| J: Fuck it… |
| S: Let’s air the dude |
| You dissed Ja Rule |
| J: Took his style and ran wit it |
| S: Singin' on the hooks the same |
| J: Bitch you done Scanned wit it |
| S: And don’t try to diss a D-Block crook |
| J: Fuck sales, you hear your boss on a D-Block hook |
| We do shows in New York |
| S: Nigga we not shook |
| J: If it’s war get the four |
| S: Put his head to the floor |
| J: So we can show his faggot man how his Reeboks look |
| S: And you could all die in an instant |
| J: For instance… |
| S: Tre pound leave ya ass smokin' like incense |
| J: The four pound’ll make ya man smoke like a Winston |
| Shots fired |
| J: Man in a hole nigga |
| Shots fired |
| S: Tell G Unit to roll, nigga |
| Shots fired |
| J: Nine times? |
| The tenth one’ll do it to him |
| Shots fired |
| S: Somebody better tell him we’ll ruin him |
| Shots fired |
| J: 50 keep runnin' his lips, nigga |
| Shots fired |
| S: Damn, you already been hit, nigga |
| Shots fired |
| J: We don’t give a fuck if you rich, nigga |
| Shots fired |
| S: Get the fuck off our dicks, nigga |
| Shots fired |
| S: Get Rich or Die Tryin'… |
| J: Was a classic |
| S: Now you rich and you tryin' to die… |
| J: You’ze a dumb bastard |
| S: We gon' be hesitant, can’t see the beast |
| J: And you roll wit more police than the muthafuckin' president |
| S: Bitch nigga, he get peeled |
| J: Like we ain’t know he cock-blocked Game out his Reebok deal |
| S: Plus he had the label like «Don't let him drop» |
| J: «Let my niggas drop first so they won’t let it rock» & |
| S: Bitch-made nigga |
| J: Got a problem wit us? |
| Come see us wit a gun |
| S: Or a switchblade, nigga |
| J: Damn, we thought you knew |
| S: Got ya shit sprayed, nigga |
| J: You been pussy since that sheepskin |
| S: Fifth grade nigga |
| J: Niggas stole ya bike… |
| S: Cuz you was pussy |
| J: Tried to take ya life… |
| S: Cuz you was pussy |
| J: Now we gon' take ya mic… |
| S: Cuz you was pussy |
| J: Left the hood and hired the cops |
| Just your luck |
| S: We the ones dat fire dem shots |
| J: You wasn’t real wit me |
| S: Now you gotta deal wit me |
| J: I’mma get you the same tombstone as the real 50 |
| S: For all of y’all who hear us |
| The bigger the nigga is, the more pallbearers |
| J: Y’all be wit the cops, we the 4−4 wearers |
| S: Y’all scared of the block, same ones we tear up |
| Don’t get near us |
| J: You could never worry me |
| S: I know you been to jail… |
| J: You also been to therapy |
| S: In the hood 'til they bury me |
| J: I heard you did a Shock bid in Lakeview |
| If my man woulda knew then he woulda ate you |
| S: How bout… |
| J: He was in the bunk right next to you |
| And I coulda made him put a L-O-X on you |
| S: All you niggas together ain’t got enough bars for us |
| Heard a bunch of shit from y’all, none of it was hard to us |
| J: Kill his ass if there’s no cops & he’s not wired |
| S: You can’t come back to New York, nigga |
| Shots Fired |