Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We On That Shit, artist - P. Killer TracksDate of issue: 13.09.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
We On That Shit |
| Aiiyight now get your guns |
| Ain’t no stopping me Need the whole cash bundled up for me and my bitches shopping spree |
| The robbery, damn ya smart, and you guessed right in me Asking all those questions gonna was to set you up right |
| Wet 'em all, pretend I’m Jada, lata set it off |
| Cartier, Rolley, time frozen get 'em all |
| Dingling medallions, all that glisten is mine |
| And all that bitchin’that you doing |
| I got’cha kissin’this nine |
| Y’all niggas, worst than bitches, tears in your eyes |
| I ain’t got no sympathy so if you scared, nigga cry |
| On your knees, face in chest, lips shut |
| Fuck the mask, we’re robbing you in lipstick and wigs, what? |
| Yeah we brawl, but you took me out and let me see it all |
| Braggin''bout the shit you got and now I get it all |
| Matter of fact, take your clothes off, I like it when they’re bare |
| Everything from iceberg to silk Dolce underwear, come on Hey yo check that nigga cause we on that shit |
| Get out your ride fool cause we on that shit |
| Hid your stash box cause we on that shit |
| Run that ice cause we on that shit |
| Keep a loaded clip cause we on that shit |
| Ryde or die nigga cause we on that shit |
| We out to get it all cause we on that shit |
| And Eve don’t play cause she takes no shit |
| Uh, yo, yo, yo I shoot backing out, P max them out |
| And the only way I don’t get shit is if you stash the house |
| Professional bitches, destined for riches and precious jewels |
| Distracted by the size of my ass, had you fooled |
| I ain’t getting’nada, forget that |
| Just sit back and watch me take everything even you’re drough sack |
| Yeah my bitch can roll with, |
| Expensive paintings on your wall, gimme that |
| Ain’t no slacking, time ain’t a factor |
| I’mma get it all |
| Used to ball with your niggas |
| Now I’m making you crawl across the floor |
| Ego crushed and I don’t give a fuck |
| Small change to the range, heard what I said |
| Give it up |
| I know it ain’t right, but me and my bitches gotta eat tonight |
| And every night from now on, get it right |
| Why, why ask why? |
| I’m simply living and I get what I want |
| By simply taking or you’re simply giving |
| Y’all niggas faggottish |
| Cops spot me got me running out my kiss |
| Unlatch the ice pieces on my neck and wrist |
| Screeching in the streets from the five series to a ditch |
| I’m fast, he’d have to waste it and I ain’t scared to blast |
| Ducking, jumping over shit, bet this bitch could last |
| Ready for war, act like I ain’t done this shit before |
| Practice on me next week, I’ll be wanting more |
| Best believe you ain’t gonna live to see tomorrow |
| My dogs already warned your mother |
| She’ll be full of sorrow |
| Busting through the door, somebody’s house, kids screaming |
| I ain’t gonna front somehow I wish that I was sleeping, dreaming |
| Too late it’s done now, all you hear is gun sounds |
| Cock back, pop, pop, pop, and I’m like what now |
| Ghetto bird on me, weaving through the trees |
| Last fence I hopped over, fell and landed on my knees |
| Barrels at my temple, hey yo fuck it I’ma make it simple |