Lyrics:
the shooters
Eating dinner dinner Peter Lugers
Riding dirty on Pete street
Come by yourself when you meet me
Make one call to my nigga
Young street you gone
Have
to your fiends
Seven, goddamn it, when it deal
A '64 for the honeys, straight ho for the G
Young Daz, little nigga you can't fuck with me
Now I
Lady Killer Lyrics by Time Marches On
Verse-1
You say tonight is the night
it's gonna change our lives
I don't know if that's right
or where we'll
off my wave if you are not surfin'
I'm tryna dig deep like way below the surface
My words flow together kinda like they were in cursive
Sounding like
somebody's speakin up on you
'cause when I drop mines there was no more nickels and dimes
Just quarters, ounces, half ounces and quota
PC is the season and I
stressing
Party like there’s no consequences
We gotta live while we can
Before death takes us by the hand
Fuck it we’re young
Fuck it we’re young
Fuck it
ain't playing
See twelve in the cut and we ran
Young nigga grew up with the dealers and killers
Come from the mud, the dirt, and the trenches
These niggas
of the drug dealers (hitters)
We in the section, we plottin' on takin' your chain
When you leave out the club, nigga (stick 'em)
Show no mercy like a 'lago
(Bros Made It)
Purgin' (Huh)
They don't wanna see us (see us) we be purgin'
Ski masks on it's time to slide (Slide)
And we're killers in this world
over to the island of Jersey, followed by a swift little airplane ride 3000 kilometres due...east of
ah...well no, no, got that wrong, due west
kids in his neighborhood
Not suspected of any type of crime
Who woulda thought young Jeffrey was
Out of his mind?
Four more men and boys were killed
sho
Niggas'll throw you out on the freeway with a shell in your dome
And no feelings is shown
Then look inside the eyes of these killers
A blank stare,
and I won't creep on you (I won't)
And when we go buy watches we gon' buy 'em by the two, Rollies
Wait till I (ooh)
Wait till I jump in my bag (oh)
were chem-free
Wendy's, high dudes, drive-thrus
Empty eight High Lifes then wake
Up to the NBA highlights
Five mics, hold up rhymes that I throw out
No
I love you but you show me hate when I was a pup you kept me in the cage
Now when I escaped I realize you were fake
You told me you miss me no call
with no maskets, jobs can't be soppy
Grippin' the bail with the doves to bust you with my tongue
Now I'm a savage young nigga witta chopper
shrink so,
don't let me know if I'm going too far
F.U.C.K. in a while
Fuck run !
Guess I'm fighting the killer and his sons
reckless and no fever bringing
like queen killer, rhapsody bohemian queen
But queen like white glove wave hand
And not wave hand like it's a heat wave
So you make a fan by waving
Your school get dazed like G by G
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
Take nuts and screws out ferris wheels
If you ain't Missy, payin' no bills
you I believe
We will never die young
They say the good
Will die young
But we're still alive
We're exceptional
Got the grace and the love
That we
young niggas
And we hate them too, 38 in him shoe
All the changes the system will take him through
He ain't a killer but he will if you make him do it
(land of the handgun)
Land of the beautiful (home of the shotgun)
Cursed by the hate we throw (You're dead if you ain't got one)
Is this the new
it
Ain't no doubt about it
We were doubly blessed
'Cause we were barely seventeen and we were barely dressed
Baby don't you hear my heart
You
it
Ain't no doubt about it
We were doubly blessed
'Cause we were barely seventeen and we were barely dressed
Baby don't you hear my heart
You
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