Lyrics:
on a
brand new album! Yes! Oooh, it's gonna be out later this year. And we may, or we may not, you never
know, have another four top ten singles, thanks to you
You still (yeah)
Downfall
You still
You still (yeah)
Downfall
Let's go
If you gon shoot me then shoot me
Don't whip that bitch out if you faking it
I
I wish you were here
How many minutes in a year?
I wish you were here
How many minutes in a year?
It's harder to feel, this bottle could heal
I see
Lil bitch yeah I'm comin' out the west coast
Bitch I'm too lit
I'm on point like a toothpick
I just popped another perc now I'm zooted
If I got it on me
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,
on, it's a photoshoot
(Listen to this track, bitch)
Me and Boosie smokin' fruity, it look like a photo shoot
Shout out to my nigga Webbie, my hoes
hold a grudge to the death
Come by myself, I don't need nobody help
I blaze you up like I'm Seth
Shoot 'til it emp', I shoot a hundred like Wilt
You
of nowhere
It's the start of an era, rock rap's harder this year
No one's tryin to hear some fucking old fart in a chair
Sittin on stage, strummin acoustic
the carton (yuck)
I still speak as slow as Ben Carson, I can’t parse him
Can you parse me? (what)
I was 10 years old in the car seat (4'3")
Can you see how far
came from
And what they are into and what is already there, and just to bring it out
This is what compels me to compel them
And I will do it by
with you by the pool (Pool pool)
You're my ten-year, ten-year, ten-year, ten-year-old tank top
My ten-year, ten-year, ten-year, ten-year-old tank top
frisbee, you know I'm around
Whippin' the Battle Bus like it's my job
Out here smoking gas with Neem and Rob
Ten years diabetes, yeah I'm a vet
Taking
us back
Through where I've been
We are C O C O nuts from da city
*Verse 2*
(Donald)
This goes out to you who said we wouldn't make it
This goes out
And I don't care 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,
And I don't care 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,
might spot your ride and dump on it
And send a couple of boys to that corner of yours
And role out with a nigga slumped on it
You see Black fall back
This culture came from
And what it's really all about
I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo
Count to ten and then come in shootin'
Fuck peace, Silverback the new
(Yeah)
Shoot My Shot
Shoot My Shot
Yeah
Hey
I ain't playin' wit ya no more girl
Listen
Some time went by and a lot of shit changed (Oh, yea)
A few
to mention
Shoot five niggas, shoot ten
Shoot the piece, slip to your fiends
Seven, goddamn it, when it deal
A '64 for the honeys, straight ho for the G
Young
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
can't stand by you
Fuck nigga tryna do everything I do
Im glad, achu
Never stress 'bout you
Shoot his head, he through
It's about to be a chainsaw
Look around every town like a deathtrap
Out his mind, put a nine to his neck tat
And it went plat-plat, now we set back
And I'm scratchin' my head
Come On and Shoot
Come On and Shoot
Come On and Shoot
Reached out for survival
Then I stepped in my revival
2 Years back suicidal
Couldn't have done it
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,
Where he been, I been
Discuss these shoot it out acoustic by 10 years Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In