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Shoot Out the Lights [Deluxe Edition] (Richard Thompson) · Shoot Out at the Fantasy Factory (Traffic) · Shoot Out the Lights (Richard Thompson) · Shoot Out at the Fantasy Factory (Traffic) · Shoot Out the Lights (Richard Thompson) · Shoot Out at the Fantasy Factory (Traffic) · Shoot It Out (10 Years) · Shoot Out the Lights (Richard Thompson) · Shoot Out the Lights (Richard Thompson) · Shoot Out the Lights [Bonus Track] (Richard Thompson) – and 90 other albums »


your camera phone on it's a photo shoot

Me and Boosie smoking fruity
It look like a photo shoot
Shout out to my nigga Webbie, my hoes independent too
Me
a window pane 
With twenty bars, I'm sinister God, administer pain 
To your paragraph it ain't hard, see I studied the life-science 
For years in this,
running this show and it's live in here
You try to escape another five years
I got you trapped and I'm your savior
You dance real hard you might get out
all eternity

You think you're ready, but you're not prepared
When you hear the sound

[Repeat x3]
Look out

Send you to Heaven and shoot you
Fahrenheit
LA County got work in Slawson
We get it poppin'
Back to Roxbury in Boston
The streets love me
See they named me coca
The Puerto Rican version
no matter what it was we were side-by-side.
You know the type you see getting it in a 
photo booth, matching shirts, flea market, photo shoots
[Lil Wayne]
Fuck with me, you know what it is

[Chorus: x2]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this
I haven't seen him for a year.
 Is it true that young Forbes had to marry that Faggot
 He met in the Vale of Kashmir?
 Have you had any news
old Two winters spun out summer's threads in rich and creamy folds She recalled the soil and cotton seeds and summer's hopeful shoots And she had a bolt
And it ain't my night to get buried in the dirt
But it is your day to get buried by a verse,
It'll be another ten years before you see an MC Ren here,
Fahrenheit
LA County got work in Slawson
We get it poppin'
Back to Roxbury in Boston
The streets love me
See they named me coca
The Puerto Rican version
what you think about me, but just remember,
When it hits the fan brother, whether it's next year, ten years,
Twenty years from now, you're gonna be able
but just remember
When it hits the fan brother, whether it's next year, ten years
Twenty years from now, you're gonna be able to say
That these brothers
no matter what it was we were side-by-side.
You know the type you see getting it in a 
photo booth, matching shirts, flea market, photo shoots
what you think about me, but just remember,
When it hits the fan brother, whether it's next year, ten years,
Twenty years from now, you're gonna be able
what you think about me, but just remember
When it hits the fan brother, whether it's next year, ten years
Twenty years from now, you're gonna be able
Police know, but just couldn't figure me out
I'm like {?}, have 'em makin pies in the house
It's grill, spit fire like I never been out
And I ain't gon'
drive-by's, we park in front of houses and shoot
And when the police come we fuckin' shoot it out with them too!
That's the mentality here (here) that's
know
Exactly all the things I feel
Not just a maybe
But baby, I'm for real

?Cause I've been wishin' on the stars and hopin'
Just as it shoots
We bring the thug shit for real nigga
You know how we do
Y'all know how a nigga bring it
Straight direct at you kid

Like a Don from out
Police know, but just couldn't figure me out
I'm like {?}, have 'em makin pies in the house
It's grill, spit fire like I never been out
And I ain't gon'
a little story, something for your ear
Like the new millennium version of Paul Revere
Except this ain't fiction, this is real life here
I be 30 years old
her baby

CHORUS (2X)

Verse 2: Snoop Dogg
I'ma gangsta, located in the alleys and Cali
Shoot dice wit' killas and smoke wit' the dealers
You
here night by night, ain't a real nigga in sight
So I picked up me a mic, $200 a night
Night by night, now that 10k got me right
Fuck who did me
[Chorus] 4X 
[Ghostface] 
Yo I'm bent out three days two nights yo I'm spent out 
One hell of a cruise New York got they hand out 
Like I owe somethin,