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Bad Magick: The Best of Shooter Jennings and the 357's (Shooter Jennings) · Bad Magick: The Best of Shooter Jennings and the 357's (Shooter Jennings) · Bad Magick: The Best of Shooter Jennings and the 357's (Shooter Jennings) · Real Real Real (Jesus Jones) · Straight Shooter (Bad Company) · Straight Shooter (Alabama) · Straight Shooter (Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth) · Straight Shooter [Deluxe] (Bad Company) · Six-Shooter (Six Shooter) · Trouble Shooter (Judas Priest) – and 90 other albums »


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
a bucket of Crys'
I'm tellin you man... Life a funny thing
You ain't a dope by 'til yo ass got a gun and chain

[Chorus: Lyfe Jennings] (ad-libbing)
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
Drive away, 
As in lonesome sound, 
Like a real straight shooter, 
Three lanes full, 

Drive away, 
As in lonesome sound, 
Like a real
was guaranteed to make a gay smile
And in bed she had proved to be real agile
I show her to the lounge and I dined her
Then she gave me some digits
if you don't know by now, somehow I'm gonna make you understand, 
I'm your midnight man and I love you till the daylight babe. 
Got my six shooter
and the clothes
I been that nigga on the corner with the most
I been that nigga I been that nigga
My dogs a shooter please don't make me send that nigga
I been that
in my shoes, but they feet too small
They only yell so I turn to, just to see me fall
The new code in the streets, that's used by the phony
If you
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
thing, tied up like my shoe string
Ain't fucking with you bitch niggas, and that's real rap but I do sing
Make room when I come by, ain't speaking, I'm
shooter, so when you see me, salute-a
Ain’t got a knife in my hand, but I’m choppin’ it up with some niggas from Cuba

On a real nigga, I’m a real nigga
I
A MONKEY AND DON'T YOU THINK IT'S KIND OF FUNKY
HE'S A REAL JUDAS KISS
FOUND HIM FACE DOWN IN BED,
DRIVE BY SHOOTER DEAD
TIMES LIKE THIS I WON'T MISS
WHEN HE
My disciples with rifles lethal in whole posts
The off-the-rocker roller coaster
On a six-shooter holster
With DPG on every Wanted poster
Let me
represent with the Liks
So here's the Vicks, I'm hittin' harder than a brick
Tricks get slick, and face the dick real quick
You better recognize, adjust
ruthless, air you out from the Ubers
Tutored by coke movers, put holes through ya'
You wouldn’t get that from me yo, you’d overlook me
Looking like I just get
[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'
my carats, silly rabbits
Make me get my barrel, spazzed out and cause havoc
Iced out Cubans, exotic stones from Africa
This the real thing, big bling,
Hell rell - by your side.

[ intro ]
This song is about somebody who was real close to me-
Even when my so called hommies turned to bitches, they was
Every car pass by with the music real loud
While they bumpin roamin around
Tellieen me to make a hit but I really don't get
While they walk I'm roaming
Truthfully that's my Sunday wheel
And your wife, real nice, she my Sunday feel nigga!
I got one day for her still OK for her
But by sunrise, I throwed her
Truthfully that's my Sunday wheel
And your wife, real nice, she my Sunday feel n****!
I got one day for her still OK for her
But by sunrise, I throwed her
that's my Sunday wheel
And your wife, real nice, she my Sunday feel nigga!
I got one day for her still ok for her
But by sunrise, I throwed her one high
of Jay-Z, Z
Check me out

30's the new twenty, nigga 
I'm so hot still
Better broad, better automobile
Bet a yard, nah, bet a hundred mill
Then by
bitch naked like my waist with no gun
Uh, I'm for real, how are you?
Got street power, from the Watts Towers to Howard U
How would you become me? I don't
real hungry, I needed a real dinner
Sin whoever you want, I'm kissing them all
Did a track with everybody except Mr. Shakur

To me a plaque ain't