Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shots Fired, artist - ¡MAYDAY!. Album song Believers, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 15.07.2013
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Shots Fired |
| Nobody move, nobody get hurt |
| Too bad I ain’t takin' advice tonight |
| You know if you hit when it burns |
| Live and I die by my word |
| Flippin' them birds |
| Leading the sheep in the herd |
| Poppin' a wheelie and hoppin' the curb |
| Comin' alive when the peace is disturbed |
| And it’s a bluuur! |
| Skippin' the limits for sure |
| Strippin' the tip of your ignorant blurb |
| Diggin' the dividends in if you heard |
| My kitchen is dishes of rhythm to serve |
| I’mma cynical germ |
| Spreadin' through sprayin' saliva (That's right!) |
| Gettin' plently of pay it’s the piper |
| In your regular neighborhood cypher |
| Flickin' my lighter 'till I burn a bridge |
| Lightin' a path back to my crib |
| Doin' it 'till there ain’t nobody left in my town |
| Sittin' around spittin' that shit |
| Ridin' around with a shoulder chip |
| And a crew with a bone to pick, maaaan |
| These snakes in my yard aren’t venomous |
| For the hell of it I just let 'em hiss |
| Holy smokes, I’ll show you Moses! |
| We’ve been fightin' the War of the Roses |
| This is not what you even suppose it’s |
| Just the end of the world as we know this |
| Here’s a little surprise |
| So if you’re not tryna meet your demise |
| Do what they say so they move it away |
| If you’re brutal today then it’s true you might die! |
| Shots fired |
| You know what that means when you hear that sound |
| Everybody goes (BOOM!) through the wire |
| You know what that means when you hear that sound |
| Everybody hit the ground, the ground woo-oh oh oh, woo-oh |
| Everybody on the ground, the ground woo-oh oh oh, woo-oh |
| Everybody on the ground |
| We loaded again |
| Spit for the family and brokest of friends |
| Down in Miami we on it the phonics is supersonics |
| So don’t think you contend |
| This ain’t the time to pretend |
| You sippin triple six I’ll see where you’ve been |
| Illuminated but I’m not in with them |
| There’s places that we should just never attend |
| Focus the lens 'till it makes sense |
| Kill 'em all quickly and kill 'em all dead |
| Making 'em run for the hills cause they scared of the things that’s about to |
| begin |
| Kickin em shins givin' 'em blood |
| But don’t kill my buzz |
| I’m doing this all for the crew with the M |
| And the rest gets no love |
| That’s nuff |
| If they bluff they must be touched the guff |
| It must be stocked now |
| The winter is cold but humid as hell |
| And souls get dropped down |
| I’m a sinner with noone to judge me |
| A killer with noone to cut me |
| A menace to innocence since the beginning I’ve always been giving no fucksees! |
| Close ranks |
| Build walls 'round thick tanks |
| Dead weight these Big Macs |
| Split half these wigs back |
| We miss match and I love it though |
| Fuck the rest of y’all other hoes |
| Been through hell and back call the pastor back |
| That’s the way to get your gold! |