| Shotaz: the combination of a soldier and a boss
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| A nigga that refuse to take a short or a loss
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| So take a deep breath, today is your death day
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| You can call them shotaz
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| Move how we movin' or get you block (burnt)
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| Down to the ground we leavin' nada
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| No witness or survivors
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| No games, no playin', no words, no save
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| Break out your umbrellas niggas and your water-proofed vestses
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| It leaks bodies so eat hearty and finish your breakfastes
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| Cuz tonight we down in hell so go deliver the message
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| To your mommy father boy or daughter repent in your next of kin
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| In the still of the night calm waters’ll shake
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| If you owe me money relatives come to honor your wake
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| Obituaries and rose wreaths to compliment faith
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| Only God can determine when your in a ominous state
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| Cuz when the rain drops niggas get wet
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| You gotsta chill or get popped and killed like EPMD is still in effect
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| You bleed for mercy with the steel in your neck
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| Once it verses gettin' worse you feelin' light-headed layin' still on your chest
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| An 80's baby with a killin' finesse
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| So fuck parole call up Makaveli with a concealed and carry a vest
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| You might make it through the alley but won’t make it through the night
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| The ambulance won’t understand that we got plans on sight
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| You can call them shotaz
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| Move how we movin' or get you block (burnt)
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| Down to the ground we leavin' nada
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| No witness or survivors
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| No games, no playin', no words, no save
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| Red bandana over these chop thangs
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| You can run tuck your tail holla lose your brains
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| It’s all the same most of you bitchin' I can show you that
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| Make sure you got your catchers mitt cuz I’m a throw you that
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| You know where at, south side Kansas City
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| Missouri nigga we don’t roll with nothin' less than fitty
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| You pussies call yourselves some riders but don’t know the meanin'
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| Soon as a shot let off you’re lost and you’re duckin' and screamin'
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| You better move how I’m movin' or get your top seized
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| Make it hard for you to live I’m talkin' not breathe
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| If they catch me I’m a lay down like G’s do
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| Silent mode, break the code and niggas bleed you
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| How can I please you, I roll with tecs and macs and Glocks
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| You try to fake this way I pull up right up on your block
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| You see the shots sparks fly from the semi
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| Lay it down and go get gone on some Remy
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| You can call them shotaz
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| Move how we movin' or get you block (burnt)
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| Down to the ground we leavin' nada
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| No witness or survivors
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| No games, no playin', no words, no save
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| And I clap those, believe that
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| Y’all just some lil homies hustlin' for you weed sack
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| For these stacks ain’t no tellin' what I come across
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| I keep it real, play the game without a fuckin' flaw
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| Money talks so you ho niggas ain’t sayin' much
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| My pistol stay within the reach and I ain’t playin' brah
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| This rap shit is irrelavent, I got mail to get
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| Short on your nickels and dimes and I got hella clips
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| Shit and I got hella spit hit from a fast repitition
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| About an automatic rap and I handle the bidness
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| Give me a reason to proceed ram all the witness
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| Don’t take no turkey talkin' steak from a sandwich nigga
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| About my cake but I ain’t ate cuz the candles are missin'
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| But on my momma like Obama I scramble for vision
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| So here today just consider me a man on a mission
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| Light up your porch like Mork from Ork nanu nanu you niggas
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| You can call them shotaz
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| Move how we movin' or get you block (burnt)
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| Down to the ground we leavin' nada
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| No witness or survivors
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| No games, no playin', no words, no save |