Lyrics 50 Shots - Method Man, Cory Gunz, Streetlife

50 Shots

Meth Man Cory Gunz go bang
Streetlife gotta knife, homie run your chain
Mack,
Riding around the city and we do our thing
from a city that is known to do crazy things.
You already I’m heavy ya’ll stay in your lane
We ready stat fete still playing the game
Mack, ladies in the show singing every hook,
but they’re gonna get their panties took, so lets go
Aye aye.
Y’all don’t get the picture before we focus.
Facts, look who back,
Crooked like scoliosis, the take over,
Take this line straight up your noses.
This for my smokers,
But this time I up the dosage.
This my closest, to perfection,
My magnum opus.
The magnum smoking,
I’m safe,
Like when the magnum open.
What y’all promoting,
Sex, lies, and true religion.
Now how ironic,
Them jeans ain’t got no true up in em, no wu up in em
No DNA won’t see the day,
You crash my set Lil Mama,
No VMA Meth is a threat,
Zero drama, I’m such a vet.
No need for checking my cuts (Nooo),
Just cut the check.
Who want one, You’ll need Hanz and Cory’s Gunz.
Graffiti some, we spray cans where Cory from.
I dreamed I lost in a food fight and Nore won.
Kidding so it shall be written the story done.
Meth Man Cory Gunz go bang
Streetlife gotta knife, homie run your chain
Mack,
Riding around the city and we do our thing
from a city that is known to do crazy things.
You already I’m heavy ya’ll stay in your lane
We ready stat fete still playing the game
Mack, ladies in the show singing every hook,
but they’re gonna get their panties took, so lets go
Fuck you losers,
While they fake jacks I make maneuvers,
Like Method, Sticking up crews, bumping some Wu shit.
I’m all seasons goose down hoodie and snorkel.
Whatever, whatever you want I’ll off you.
I’m awful, unlawful,
I ain’t the one to talk too.
Thats word to uncle Ghost
I’ll cook your waffle.
Riddle me down,
I’m mentally that,
Freddy the villain is here you remember me back.
Felony killers or kittys,
I chill and trapped in the belly.
No telling me how high and they feel I be strapped.
Waiting for murderers some type of burglar and chompin
and murder burglar upon us some karmas when the curb with
turbulent, been a veteran what you still a virgin,
Dangerous grounds, we stain the clowns I’m burgeon goon platoon,
Some loon buffoons refurnishing, womb for tombs,
Kaboom, you doomed, no surgeon you know.
Meth Man Cory Gunz go bang
Streetlife gotta knife, homie run your chain
Mack,
Riding around the city and we do our thing
from a city that is known to do crazy things.
You already I’m heavy ya’ll stay in your lane
We ready stat fete still playing the game
Mack, ladies in the show singing every hook,
but they’re gonna get their panties took, so lets go
You could never break me down,
I’m built for this.
Crown fitted for a king I’m victorious.
Its survival of the fit as we are warriors.
For the red, black and green vanglorious.
God body cypher divine,
Dangerous minds,
Spontaneously combine,
It’s the sign of the times.
All things must come to an end,
I’m a ball until then.
No fade away shots,
I’m going hard at the rim.
Might rupture my achilles heel,
Chasing this hundred mill,
Brake pads gone,
Just lost my third wheel.
On my last leg,
Stay kicking like old cabbage and boiled eggs.
Known to hold a grudge,
Won’t stop till they all dead,
Eyes bloodshot red,
Bottle to the head damn forgot what I just said.
Eyes blood, fuck it just on to the next one.
I been around the world never forgot
Where I came from.
Meth Man Cory Gunz go bang
Streetlife gotta knife, homie run your chain
Mack,
Riding around the city and we do our thing
from a city that is known to do crazy things.
You already I’m heavy ya’ll stay in your lane
We ready stat fete still playing the game
Mack, ladies in the show singing every hook,
but they’re gonna get their panties took, so lets go.