| This is for the shooters, stabbers, late night stranglers
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| Run up in the dope spot, niggas that’ll clap ya
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| Ain’t shit funny cuz it’s money that we after
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| Robbin on you fuckin whack rappers
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| This is for the shooters, stabbers, late night stranglers
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| Run up in the dope spot, niggas that’ll clap ya
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| Ain’t shit funny cuz it’s money that we after
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| Robbin on you fuckin whack rappers
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| You niggas is back it’s what they sayin when they hear paper spittin out
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| A sit down’s all that took em, back on my settlement
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| Trapped in the glitch, young pitch I used to get down
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| Hit me with a sonogram, Kitorade 6 pack
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| But that’s another issue, RIP with my brother Thistle
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| I keep it close like it was so I ain’t got a pistol
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| See I’mma meth lab, 4 trailers used to boil crystal
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| Got popped, walked away, no lawyer issue
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| That’s what they call official, yea I’m a boss
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| See I fuck with DC niggas, all them Philly boys get it
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| Ain’t your wifey, is it? |
| I hope not
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| I might have a backstage dressing room, door locked
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| I wanted, I throw cock, you sound like you’re full popped
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| I’m as real as it get, that’s something you shall not
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| I’m a wide old nigga that live it, I’m so lost
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| And you niggas can’t relax, step foot in your own block
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| This is for the shooters, stabbers, late night stranglers
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| Run up in the dope spot, niggas that’ll clap ya
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| Ain’t shit funny cuz it’s money that we after
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| Robbin on you fuckin whack rappers
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| This is for the shooters, stabbers, late night stranglers
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| Run up in the dope spot, niggas that’ll clap ya
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| Ain’t shit funny cuz it’s money that we after
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| Robbin on you fuckin whack rappers
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| These niggas ain’t lookin for the raw, they don’t mention my name
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| Snipe life shit is hard, call em balls of pain
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| Runnin up in these dope spot, guard the cane
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| Stacks in your chain, cock back, spock your brain
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| Dang, the hardest clique in the game, we be the next G’s
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| With no security, the shooters like detect screens
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| I’m in and out like kissin SP
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| Loadin up a fresh hit while I’m blowin the best weed
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| With 3 dykes I’m tearin the whole night up
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| Break him for his stash, he’s packed now put your ice up
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| This for the niggas that’s still bitten with life
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| Type that run up in your cell then slice ya
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| But all you whack ass rappers, you getting robbed in the cypher
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| Cuz I ain’t got time so put your mics up
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| Snipe life, about paper and ghost
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| Nigga 3 of america’s most, straight gutta
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| This is for the shooters, stabbers, late night stranglers
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| Run up in the dope spot, niggas that’ll clap ya
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| Ain’t shit funny cuz it’s money that we after
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| Robbin on you fuckin whack rappers
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| This is for the shooters, stabbers, late night stranglers
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| Run up in the dope spot, niggas that’ll clap ya
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| Ain’t shit funny cuz it’s money that we after
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| Robbin on you fuckin whack rappers
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| G’s love me cuz I rap like they normal shooter
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| Bitches love me, they said I could seduce medusa
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| Fuck the voodoo lady in the bed, snatch the rooster
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| Kill a thing — cook it
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| If you don’t wanna see death then close your eyes
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| And why the fuck is you lookin?
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| Polo’s bucket on while I’m buckin' the 4−5
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| Run up in the dope spot like fuck it we all die
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| Grenade with the pin out, ooves and shotgun
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| Driving like faster, on the wheel for the spin out
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| You niggas celebrate all the gangsta niggas that win out
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| BDS, yea 3rd lane nigga
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| Your address on my GPS, you bird brain nigga
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| I hear it’s in yo house, whatever’s in yo safe in yo house
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| You think about with the tapes on yo mouth
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| Go ahead and live it up, nigga then give it up
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| If you a stick up kid, fuck it I pick you up wuddup
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| This is for the shooters, stabbers, late night stranglers
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| Run up in the dope spot, niggas that’ll clap ya
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| Ain’t shit funny cuz it’s money that we after
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| Robbin on you fuckin whack rappers
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| This is for the shooters, stabbers, late night stranglers
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| Run up in the dope spot, niggas that’ll clap ya
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| Ain’t shit funny cuz it’s money that we after
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| Robbin on you fuckin whack rappers |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shooter , by - Styles P. Song from the album The World's Most Hardest MC Project, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп