Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shaking In Your Bootz (feat. G.P.A. & Mr. Lil One), artist - G.P.A.Album song The Best of Mr. Shadow Volume 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.06.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: lpg
Song language: English
Shaking In Your Bootz (feat. G.P.A. & Mr. Lil One) |
Aight, here we go |
Oh yeah… triple sixin |
Mr. Lil' One, GPA |
And that mothafucka Shadow |
Comin through my return |
Mothafuckas fin to burn |
It’s the Little |
I came to bring the pain in the rain |
Exclude me from any peace talks |
Watch the gun shot |
Comin through your block |
Mothafuck you and the cops |
Still I feel the urge to emerge for the kill |
Spit up in your face, roll you down a big hill |
No one will rescue the streets wanna test you |
Put you on the spot for that bull shit you talked |
Plus my nigga Whisper went up in your house |
And then you ate cheese like a little bitch mouse |
And then I seen you fly, deep into the night |
I wanna be like Lil One, so mothafuck might |
I came to put it down, wipe the tears from the ground |
Don’t even got an attitude but claimin to be rude |
Finally I send those claimin to be foes |
To that other level, you can’t fuck with the devil |
I got you bitch mothafuckas a shaken |
All up in your boots cause their fakin |
Listen to the shit that we be makin |
Evil like that mothafucka Satin |
Got you bitch mothafuckas a shaken |
All up in your boots cause their fakin |
Listen to the shit that we be makin |
Evil like that mothafucka Satin |
It’s the shadow of your death here to take your last breath |
Now you’re hopeless, I’m hittin mothafuckas with my lokness |
Hokus pokus, I’m deadly like a stroke is |
Mentally abuse all them fools when I flow this |
Nemesis, makin none of this cause you’re envious |
The Mistah makin mothafuckas pray like a minister |
I’ll blitz ya, never hesitating when I’m rushin |
I’ll leave ya seein stars like the flag of the Russians |
Concussion, ain’t no gettin up full of blood clots |
I must turn my soul competition into dust |
A trust no mothafucka but myself fuck tomorrow |
If your ass only knew all the days I let you borrow |
The sorrow that I cause makes your life forever paused |
I knew it from the git cause I read in the cards |
And now you hear me laugh |
Like the witch that did the craft |
Rap Devils on the loose leavin fools up in the past |
With no hesitation puttin these holes up in your dome |
It’s the return of GPA and I’m always packin a microphone |
Just like a gavel when I be bangin up in these streets |
You better not get caught slippin |
Like a rhyme your ass will meet defeat |
Hey Little, who the next to second guess our flows |
I hope it ain’t your crew, I’m leavin a bomb at your front door |
Along with a note some wires a clock and dynamite |
30 seconds to ignite I’m seein flash backs of your life |
Fool, I’m lettin it be known I’m takin every thing personal |
In the streets you play for keeps, I’m ready to give your ass a funeral |
I’m used to kickin my style I maybe the sharpest on top of the pile |
You asked me to flip some shit I’m entering in and I defile |
Any thing you have in mind, I’m kickin my rhyme |
Just keepin my time, look and you’ll find |
And you’ll decide whether or not the truth’s inside |
You heard it come from me, should be no other way |
Fuck the Aztec Tribe and Mad Man all mothafuckin day |