Shotgun Fire
(专辑: On My Way To Church - 2004)
[Intro /
Chorus] Dip-Set, uh (Jones) Money on mind (Capo Status) Mind on my money (Dip-set nigga) My money on mind (You know the
streets is what it is nigga) Mind on my money (Watch ya step and watch ya moves) My money on mind Mind on my money My money on mind [Verse 1] Shit, make 'em believe in this prophecy (movement) You can see I'm tryin to lead my democracy (Dip-Set) To get money and rip sleeve off of my city (New York) And slow down, then try to breeze thru the
projects B
(Taft) And how I
speeds in velocity (160) We came up movin keys of that knotty B
(that Yae-Yo) My man caught 10, couldn't find the
keys to the
lobby B
The
boys rushed him, 2
keys of mahogany (Damn!) In my life you can't see me not possibly (Nooo!) How we swoop up in Harlem, 20 Coupes when we mobbing 40 troops if it's problems (What Nowww!) Cause 1
nigga you know is a
shotgun driver (jus 1
nigga) Ready to dump triggers, that shotgun fire (blakka!) I
ain't gone front nigga I
shot some guys up (didn't kill 'em though, fuck 'em though) And they came back to my block like riders (Yop!) But I'm like "Crouching Tiger", spin, roll, crouch and fire (Boom, Yea!) A
fast retally (Uh Huh!) Now it's cash we tally Miami, Atlanta, fuck it we smash to Cali (L.A.X.!) Back on L.A. Ave, you know the
Lennox strip Where they Henny sip Beef we let the
semi rip [Chorus] Mind on my money, my money on mind Mind on my money, my money on mind Mind on my money, my money on mind You fuck wit Dip-Set, I
will press on this .9 Mind on my money, my money on mind Mind on my money, my money on mind Mind on my money, my money on mind You fuck wit my paper, I'll press on this .9 [Verse 2] And yeah we world renowned (U.S.) And I
might twirl thru town (uh huh) And in a
Dip-Set mansion is where ya girl be found (hollaaa!) How can a
pearl be drowned (yea) How can a
diamond not shine (uh huh) Man I'm on my G
mack I
scoop up dimes all the
time (bad bitches) They love my pimp juice (yeah) I
let my crimps loose They get a
glimpse, ooooooo Some went and cinch douche' Scoop her feed her feed her shrimp soup (that's right) Mind fuck her, brain fuck her mouth screw her 'til it hurt, uh, (then what?) shit She scream "Do me it hurt" (uh huh) Ill have her moving that work I
mean 2
of them chirps Up in her Dooney and Bourke (getting money) So ruthless it hurts I
mean I'm truely bezerk When I
scoop up my cash man, I
swoop up and murk (errrrrrrrr!) Yea, a
trick and a
bag bitch (uh huh) 2
bricks and a
bad bitch Shit, them bitches macking (they love me) I'm as sick as maggot (rite) But I
don't fuck wit no bitch if she ain't worth no chips or no cabbage [Chorus] [Verse 3] I'm so problematic (yeah) And do to serving Harlem-matics (damn) My fame and fortune still revolve wit' static (that beef) Still involve wit' savage types that move drugs 365 all around set every nite (perrico) I
ain't the
passive type (nope) On the
benches where I
crashed them nites (movin') Blowing hemp, moving slabs of white (hustlin') Spend days up in court How I
shaved weight to snort Give that to the
press or Dave Mays in the
source (suttin to read about) Yes, since success it has changed Since we, stepped up in this game and stepped up wit' our game (ballin') No more chef cutting cain Hoes X'd up in they brain Lemme sex up in the
Range So much princess cuts in my chains (Bling!) [Chorus]