Lirik Lagu ShotGun - Blaze Ya Dead Homie
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Err'ybody get yourshotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed offStay strapped homie this shit is about to pop offMe I be a G from way back in the dayWith that I don’t give a fuck about your set, type mentality
[Blaze]I’ll shoot you in the day, like my heater stay on toastAnd Grundy build a casket for you as soon as you a ghostI got an itchy trigger finger and I’m scratching like a DJ15 shells in my pocket, who wanna see meKhakis stay on fold, brew ice-coldAnd my homeboy rapping to a chicken that he knowHere come a car up the street, rolling real slowWith a wannabe, baby G, hanging out the windowLooking close, like he knows meFuck set!, Buck shots splattered his ass all over his homies upholsteryTrying to play me closely, but my approach beBuck’em all till they fall with my shotgun
Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed offStay strapped homie this shit is about to pop offMe I be a G from way back in the dayWith that I don’t give a fuck about your set, type mentality
Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed offStay strapped homie this shit is about to pop offMe I be a G from way back in the dayWith that I don’t give a fuck about your set, type mentality
[Anybody Killa]If I keep my self alive, something just might happenLike my gun clapping, or a motherfucker’s head crackin'My nerves are shot, I’m sweaty and hotAlways shaking, looking just like Michael J. FoxSave me, help me take me out this mind frameWithout the choppin' on you hoes cause I’m insaneMe and Colton be getting Grundy in the hoodKnocking down your doorway, jacking all your goodsLook into the barrel of my shotgun, watch yourselfFucking wit me, is just bad for your healthSo when you see me coming, best be thinking whether you want to live or dieCause my anger’s increasing, so watch outCause we ain’t playing pimp, move the fuck overAll up our face, acting like we know yaBut if you really want to get that close,Then prepare yourself, to be filled with holes
Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed offStay strapped homie this shit is about to pop offMe I be a G from way back in the dayWith that I don’t give a fuck about your set, type mentality
Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed offStay strapped homie this shit is about to pop offMe I be a G from way back in the dayWith that I don’t give a fuck about your set, type mentality
[Esham]Sawed off shotgun and I’m about to dumpSippin' on some syrup, speakers on bumpCruising down 7 mile, cash bed of pileYou think my shotgun won’t blast, bat a thou-I’m all cheddar style; throw your body off Bell Isle BridgeDon’t push me cause, I’m over the edgeBeen fell off the ledge, with a hole in my headOnly reason Colton Grundy see me cause he been deadBoy I’m nothing to play with; my shotgun murdered 9 federal agentsI kill them all ages,Bloodstain the front pagesThis shit is outrageous,Me, Blaze, and ABK need to be locked in cagesPolice been after me, I cause a catastropheAll because my shotgun said BlasphemyNow another shotgun casualty
Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed offStay strapped homie this shit is about to pop offMe I be a G from way back in the dayWith that I don’t give a fuck about your set, type mentality
Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed offStay strapped homie this shit is about to pop offMe I be a G from way back in the dayWith that I don’t give a fuck about your set, type mentality
[Blaze]4 bullets left in my pocket, I’m a madmanThree more people wanna test me3 bullets left in my pocket, I’m a madmanTwo more people wanna test me2 bullets left in my pocket, I’m a madmanOne more person wanna test me1 bullets left in my pocket, I’m a madmanDon’t nobody wanna test me
"Damn! Fuck! I ran outta muthafuckin ammo, unless you count the box of shells i got in the glove compartment!"
[Blaze]I’ll shoot you in the day, like my heater stay on toastAnd Grundy build a casket for you as soon as you a ghostI got an itchy trigger finger and I’m scratching like a DJ15 shells in my pocket, who wanna see meKhakis stay on fold, brew ice-coldAnd my homeboy rapping to a chicken that he knowHere come a car up the street, rolling real slowWith a wannabe, baby G, hanging out the windowLooking close, like he knows meFuck set!, Buck shots splattered his ass all over his homies upholsteryTrying to play me closely, but my approach beBuck’em all till they fall with my shotgun
Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed offStay strapped homie this shit is about to pop offMe I be a G from way back in the dayWith that I don’t give a fuck about your set, type mentality
Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed offStay strapped homie this shit is about to pop offMe I be a G from way back in the dayWith that I don’t give a fuck about your set, type mentality
[Anybody Killa]If I keep my self alive, something just might happenLike my gun clapping, or a motherfucker’s head crackin'My nerves are shot, I’m sweaty and hotAlways shaking, looking just like Michael J. FoxSave me, help me take me out this mind frameWithout the choppin' on you hoes cause I’m insaneMe and Colton be getting Grundy in the hoodKnocking down your doorway, jacking all your goodsLook into the barrel of my shotgun, watch yourselfFucking wit me, is just bad for your healthSo when you see me coming, best be thinking whether you want to live or dieCause my anger’s increasing, so watch outCause we ain’t playing pimp, move the fuck overAll up our face, acting like we know yaBut if you really want to get that close,Then prepare yourself, to be filled with holes
Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed offStay strapped homie this shit is about to pop offMe I be a G from way back in the dayWith that I don’t give a fuck about your set, type mentality
Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed offStay strapped homie this shit is about to pop offMe I be a G from way back in the dayWith that I don’t give a fuck about your set, type mentality
[Esham]Sawed off shotgun and I’m about to dumpSippin' on some syrup, speakers on bumpCruising down 7 mile, cash bed of pileYou think my shotgun won’t blast, bat a thou-I’m all cheddar style; throw your body off Bell Isle BridgeDon’t push me cause, I’m over the edgeBeen fell off the ledge, with a hole in my headOnly reason Colton Grundy see me cause he been deadBoy I’m nothing to play with; my shotgun murdered 9 federal agentsI kill them all ages,Bloodstain the front pagesThis shit is outrageous,Me, Blaze, and ABK need to be locked in cagesPolice been after me, I cause a catastropheAll because my shotgun said BlasphemyNow another shotgun casualty
Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed offStay strapped homie this shit is about to pop offMe I be a G from way back in the dayWith that I don’t give a fuck about your set, type mentality
Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed offStay strapped homie this shit is about to pop offMe I be a G from way back in the dayWith that I don’t give a fuck about your set, type mentality
[Blaze]4 bullets left in my pocket, I’m a madmanThree more people wanna test me3 bullets left in my pocket, I’m a madmanTwo more people wanna test me2 bullets left in my pocket, I’m a madmanOne more person wanna test me1 bullets left in my pocket, I’m a madmanDon’t nobody wanna test me
"Damn! Fuck! I ran outta muthafuckin ammo, unless you count the box of shells i got in the glove compartment!"
