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Shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter
My bruda, my shooter
Shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter

You can't fuck with me (fuck off)
You pay for pussy, I fuck

for my shooter my shooter might crash
110 on the highway that's no lie all gas I can't find the brakes
I'm gripping for real steering the wheel I don't

For the Outlawz

Big B

Whiskey and Women

2011

knows me, and Shooter does too
If ya don't like them, then I don't like you.
I'm a whiskey drinkin' S.O.B
If you don't like that then you won't like me

care what people say, I bet they know me and Jennings
I started hanging out with niggas that I'm not finna mention
And I started selling dope in school

is mine just swipe Visa 
You better know who is real leader  
(Hello it’s me)

Block block 
All my shooters fully auto

will flip you over
Call up Dope J
Then it's game over
Rob and killing peace
Gotta do that shit
Really I'm a shooter 
Really I'm a shooter
By my own self

Brandon Jennings (Heat)
And I sit in my bed and I count my winnings
Heard he stackin' his paper to the top
(Phew, phew) you could nevеr check me
You will

the real shooter
Lay by your house for you
Or set the bitch off for you
Or make some white chalk for me and don't talk back
I got the real shooter

the shooter

[Verse One: 50 Cent]
I'll bang out, I'll, I'll, I'll bang out
Find out shit is real when I'm at you with that thang out
Cause all kind of commotion

compare me to Jigga
I got a silencer, solve all the problems
Move like a killer (woo)

Coolin' in the cut with my shooters (cut with my shooters

Twenty-three, twenty-three, yeah, twenty-three (shot)
I got shooters and they're with me and they never
Miss
Twenty-three, twenty-three, yeah,

shooters and I'm still jumpin'
Grandma kicked me out the crib and I was still hustlin'
I went out to all them corners trying to deal something
If the feds

like a year removed from a a real low point for a nigga
Fuck with me tho
Aye look
In a minute shit can change like the weather
I got dreams of Coachella

already welcomed
Ready or not
Here I come
You can hide
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Every time I pass by
You can feel the heat
Coz I'm the king
Real recognize real

hitta)
If they try me, she gon slide (okay)
Go to war, she by my side
She my shorty, and my real hitta
(Real hitta, real hitta)
Yeah you know that's my lil

Straight Shooter

The Mamas & the Papas

20 Golden Hits

1973

Don't get me mad, don't tell no lie
Don't make me sad, don't pass me by 
Baby are you holding, holding anything but me? 
Because I'm a real

Hood Star

Three 6 Mafia

Last 2 Walk [Deluxe Edition CD/DVD]

2008

a hoe make some bullshit and diss him
But none of that surprise me I done been through it all
17 years in the game, real game, DJ Paul
I done seen

It's just me and my camera and we running the game
I be cutting the frames, my vids are fucking insane
I'm a shooter, FPS, man I go dumb with the frames

Still Here

Three 6 Mafia

The Phoenix

2006

strong but cocaine keeps the cable on
I can't wait till my nigga JB come home
Why do all the real niggas stay gone so long?

Seventeen years of rain

type of work I move it (I move it)
Ain't frontin me nigga, I took it
(I took it)
Don't make me call my shooters (My shooters)
Don't think this shit just

[Chorus: x2 Lyfe Jennings]
If a nigga die tonight
Make sure I didn't die in vain, and they feel my pain
Make sure my niggas ride for me
Or comin'

that im hot
Say she wanna a nigga with a glock, so I made the pussy pop
Got shooters with me, always on sight
They don't sip lean, ready to fight
How you

stop stylin', I be enjoying the vibe
Wita Jersey, and a mini Fait, you got to by it
c real nigga in the game, I love to buy hits
Been doing it 15 years,

of the closest niggas to me
It's gonna be hard for me to fail. They want me dead
When this murder, I see red. I sleep with that bitch by my bed
I ducked