Shots
(专辑: Shyne Coldchain Vol. 2 - 2014)
Niggas die off of Poppy street Bet my mama vouch, they drive by We don't run inside, bitch, we shoot it out On my grind, Benz color of the
crimes I've been committing I've been fighting all my life and I
ain't stopping 'til it's finished Rapid fire power sound just like a
helicopter engine Hell ain't threatening to niggas who ain't never had religion In this field you Phillis Wheatleys ain't gon' never catch me slipping Serve that brick piece, now we sneaky, sell 'til the
man come and get 'em [Hook:] Yeah, my niggas built for war, my niggas built for war They sending threats, we sending shots They sending threats, we sending shots Fuck the
pigs alive and dead 'cuz they ain't never had my back See you black, 'fore you a
man, and you a
nigga 'fore you that And that you'll never understand if you done seen it second hand You ain't ready for that war then please don't step across them tracks Rent money low and pressure high, no sellin O's just selling dimes These California sunny skies done looked down on me all of my life Is you really bout' what you write? Know they waiting on my demise And I
been waiting too, my patience through, blue paisley noose in the
sky [Hook] Martin Luther had a
dream, I
thought Tookie dream was better Bunchy Carter had a
plan, but they shot him 'fore he led us To that Ghetto Promise Land, it ain't no hope for the
darker man Just the
folks who you bump for the
Arm & Hammer, the
nigga prolly gone die when his mama had em' That fleecy mattress fit 3
or 4, taking shit when we leave the
store Ain't a
shoulder to lean up on, chauffeur in the
back, the
police been called Same ol' gauge, same ol' trigger, same ol' cage, brand new nigga Front page when you kill em', mothafucka pay attention [Hook]