SHOOTERS Lyrics

I run it up, had enough

No cap, knuckle up

Gang gang, pack it up

In the west-side

In the east-side (In the east-side)

In the north-side (In the north-side)

Add it up, add it up, numbers numbers

Add it up, add it up, numbers numbers

I run it up, had enough

No cap, knuckle up

Gang gang, pack it up

In the west-side yea

In the east-side

In the north-side

Any neega tried to f*** with me

That's like swinging on a bumble bee

Mike Tyson or Ali, squad pulling up 8 deep

10 More on the next street

White people call the police

I never listen when they talk to me

A sub-born neega from the hood b

Don't give a f*** when the feds speak

Never looking up eye to eye

I'mma f*** the bacon up kinda guy

No cap no time for lies

My shooters always on a mission

50-50 On the vision

100 Percent on the aim

The bullets already got names

Never let shit down

Never let shit go

I'm knocking at your front door

You really thought I wouldn't know

3 Men down got 10 to go

I'm writing down names, I'm making a list

I'm checking it twice and I'm making them hits

You making a what?

I'm making them hits

See what you did

needed my money and i want all of it

Never forget, losing a bet

You neegas in debt, my shooters collect

Ballers effect, everything check, cheque, check

On and off the court my shot is wet, swish

I run it up, had enough yea

No cap, yea, knuckle up

Gang gang, wo, pack it up

In the west-side, got shooters

In the east-side, got shooters

In the north-side, got shooters

Add it up, add it up, numbers numbers

Add it up, add it up, numbers numbers

I run it up, had enough, yea

No cap, yea, knuckle up

Gang gang, wo, pack it up

In the west-side, got shooters

In the east-side, got shooters

In the north-side, got shooters

Add it up, add it up, numbers numbers

Add it up, add it up, numbers numbers