Shooters

(álbum: Fuck Rap - 2012)

Blocka, blocka, blocka, blocka [2x]

[Hook:]
My clique full of shooters,my clique full of shooters
My clique full of shooters,you play they might do yah
My clique full of shooters,my clique full of shooters
My clique full of shooters,you play they might do yah

[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
Hop out the brushes, like muthafucker booyahh
Mac all in your face with a muthafucking cooler
Run up in your place, I'm a fucking intruder
How did he get away, I can fucking maneuver
Real nigga all the fuck know is real niggas
Now you my nigga,you don't know no real niggas
I'm say doe you going to have to chill nigga
If them goons come we gotta kill niggas
Sy my bro, I shoot you high and low
And I got great precision I shoot you out of town
If I ask for your coat you better not say no
Twenty guns going blow when I say go

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[Verse 2: Sy]
It's 9 in the morning and I'm out sell raw
Block doing numbers better watch out for the law
Junkies on my line because they know I keep it torch
Eleven getting money ever since I jump off the porch
I play with them choppers, I don't even got to brag
Quick leave a pussy ass nigga in the bed
Glizzy gang bitch and I'm the designate shooter
Shy give the word so you know I got to do yah
Glock 19 clip tip longer then a ruler
King of the south bitch I'm the ruler
Let them bullets fly watch them round straight through yah
Shoot in your head like I never knew yah

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