| You niggas wanna kill me?
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| Tali Blanco, I don’t think they understand, man
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| Niggas fear what they don’t understand
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| So if you wanna shoot, then shoot me, nigga
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| Come on!
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| Let me make sure everything’s clear
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| Lasic, lasic, lasic
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| Look a nigga square in his eyes when I say this here
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| Face it, haters made this
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| Hard of a man turned cold, never show fear
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| Basic hate created
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| Fuck that, let me kick this shit in 5th gear, you niggas wanna hear?
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| I’m a monster, animal crossed with canible
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| Chopping niggas up like gra
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| Lyrical defenition of the job making niggas clean up the spot
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| Call me the wolf, rescue
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| Bad as when we look them in the eyes
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| They got visions of a stone cold killer, like a Midwest Killa City clown
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| Hit 'm with the chik chik chik, watch him start to run for his life like a bitch
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| They don’t wanna battle against a 4 5th
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| It go click
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| They don’t live in the midst
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| I’m so steller, real life killer, leave a nigga speaking with a lisp
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| When it comes to the microphone, I’ve rhymed with some of the greatest to exist
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| That’s a touchy topic, everybody wanna grill me
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| Ain’t nobody wanna give recagnition to a nigga that jumped ship
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| That’s the main reason why I put you on the list
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| All you lame niggas wanna shoot with a gift
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| Imma keep giving what I got, here’s this off the top, I’m a chip off the old
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| block
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| I let off the shots
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| Shoot
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| Harder than the rest
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| And if they got a problem with me, they can ame it at my chest
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| And Imma look, send it through the wire
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| Tell 'm if they ready, ame, fire
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| Shoot
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| Harder than the rest
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| And if they got a problem with me, they can ame it at my chest
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| And Imma look, send it through the wire
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| Tell 'm if they ready, ame, fire
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| I am the hardest artist
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| Bout the squad regardlous
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| Break down bones and cartlage
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| Load a couple shells right into the cartrage
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| Yeah I’m heartless
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| I scrap ya, atack ya
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| Silants, like closed captions
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| In a mantion, fly, that’s how it happen
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| Got back on a nigga just like that
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| Motherfucker wanna murder me, heard of me
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| Hit up my bro Kutt Calhoun
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| Do it harder for the squad
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| When I leave the room
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| You smell the fumes, cause I lit the gass
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| Even flicked the match
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| In the sene I’m a gangsta
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| I’m dangerous
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| At my target, pistol in my hand, and I’m aming
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| They want my blood, Kutty, it’s all in my eyes
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| I can tell just by a look at the spot
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| That they ultemently want my demise
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| They will never ever take me alive
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| 2 guns cocked, like Sam, Yosemity
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| In the droptop Convertable, John F. Kenody
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| With my back to the wall, Imma jump in the brawlle
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| Shoot
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| Harder than the rest
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| And if they got a problem with me, they can ame it at my chest
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| And Imma look, send it through the wire
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| Tell 'm if they ready, ame, fire
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| Shoot
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| Harder than the rest
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| And if they got a problem with me, they can ame it at my chest
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| And Imma look, send it through the wire
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| Tell 'm if they ready, ame, fire |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shooting Gallery, artist - Kutt Calhoun. Album song Kuttin Loose, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп