The Lox

The Lox - Shotgun Style songtekst

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[Styles Paniro]
 Coming through shotgun stlye
 Cop one thou
 Need a hundred more
 What da fuck you runnin' for
 You don't wanna see it when we point a gun at yall
 Have everybody sayin' what the hell you done it for
 Muthafucker who you
 Nigga screw you
 Brought my two honnies and they rob shit too
 Strip butt naked
 Wher the da big faces
 Lil' ones too
 Changing off
 Styles coming through
 Danger core
 You in the wrong part of town 17 around
 You know the shit is fucked up when the feinds get down
 And you ask for a nigga, we ain't seen the clown

 [Eve]
 It's so ridiculous
 A snitch quick to bust
 Some cats sensitive
 Like a clit to bust
 Get blue balls tryna give da dick to us
 Double R
 Fuck hard
 Nigga spit you up
 When it comes to our blasting
 Outlasting
 Nigga prepare
 Cause thugging is a fad like a fashion
 Took out by my team nigga
 Thugging is a passion
 Gone give us the cash or a plaque claiming platnium
 You average
 Yall niggas quick to bitch
 My dogs
 Got a nigga quick to snitch
 Want more
 Why you acting like a virgin to dick
 Why you acting like you done got da clip to my shit

 [Sheek]
 Ay yo
 I gots to hide my dick
 Cause niggas ride my dick
 If ain't a nigga
 It's a chick that wanna suck my shit
 Always
 Got something to say about my click
 Snatch your walkman
 Guess who's tape was in that shit
 I put scars on niggas wit these bars
 And alot of hate in da air
 When I floss thes cars
 All this ice on ours
 We keep in da vault
 Bitch tell your man like Silkk the Shocker
 "It ain't my fault"
 Ay yo
 I drink till I'm barred
 Rock my chains on top of my scar
 To avoid a chest cold
 Pack guns till I'm old
 And I'm a still watch the brooker
 On some Scarface shit
 Caked out you muthafucker
 Still Doin' dirt I ain't your role model don
 Fucked up lifestyle
 I wouldn't teach to my son
 Dealing wit keys
 Big time drug dealer
 In and out of Genovese
 What you want pain killers
 I bounce on tracks
 Put platnium on wax
 Buisness type
 Only way to reach me is the fax
 What you want nigga

 [Hot Totti]
 I'll tell you what I want nigga
 Dat knick knack
 Rollin' in dat black Lex
 Strep in my lap
 Gettin' ready for dat payback
 Some say that down south boss could never be booted
 I'm schooled
 So let me skill this ruler for this rouger
 Do ya
 Stick ups for shady doers
 I knew to much as a youngster
 I was already ruined
 I'm on a paper route
 So I watch out for back stabbers
 I shoot for da loot cause I'm a money stack grabber
 Black Queen
 Wit a spirit of lack a Alackteen
 Stack green
 Generate mad cream
 Like da wickers I love on da perk
 Till he pass out
 Then Wake up in the morning wit his cash out
 Hustle to stay rich
 That's why I came quick
 So when the game switch
 I'll still be the same bitch

 [Jadakiss]
 I don't care if you an east coast nigga
 Or a west coast nigga
 Just keep your heat close
 And your vest close nigga
 When it go down
 Are you gonna pop your clip
 Or let these mark ass niggas
 Try to stop your grip
 I don't think so homes
 My guns is chrome
 And they fit right in your hand
 So they easy to throw 'em
 When I kick in the door
 Gimme the coke and the cola
 Think it's a joke
 I'm aiming at your girls rollers
 Muthafucker
 It gets no better than that
 I hope you improve whateva you lack
 Most niggas get killed inthe streets
 Cause they never be strapped
 But remember this
 Ryde or Die where ever you at
 I got dogs
 That'll put yall in the dirt for me
 So I can get old and tell my kids turf stories
 Nigga
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