Gunshowers
Method Man, Raekwon, Ghostface Killah, Sun God, Inspectah Deck
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Another day, another dollar I got mines, ain't got nothing to father F*ck a role model, never had one to follow Lot of cotton mouth rappers, I'm a hard one to swallow Here's another hard one to goggle, f*ck your life, that's the motto I'm nice with mics, Cus D'Amato Drug related, blunt guts all up in your condo Hate a noisy woman, why you all up in my convo [Chorus] Let me hold something, look at you killas, like you owe something Stole something, give me my paper, 'fore I blow something Right now, give me my fucking shit, chicka-blaow I want it right now, give me my fucking shit, chicka-blaow Shady niggas hiding the loot, you see my baby needs shoes And the record label trynna recoup I want it right now, give me my fucking shit, chicka-blaow And I mean right now, give me my fucking shit, chicka-blaow Gun battles, so many chains on the neck Hands and feet, niggas say I'm Shaq Sky blue, terry cloth, low pullover Hit ten like a 2010 new Hova Movies on, never ran it, call me a don Been shitting everywhere, cause niggas can't stand it Terminate faggots who violate us a square Goon therapy, S.I., we don't fight fair Beef? We can get it on, right here And that includes y'all low niggas wearing tight gear Sun God, and that's your target, aim right there My money long and green like Buzz Lightyear I'm all right here, the way I move the blow F*ck a show, you would think it was an all white affair Been fuego, more fire here, then you seen me Getting money off the water like a pall bearer there No Newports, Marlboro's here, go smoke that The smoke in your face, bitch, I ain't never cared Get shot down when the Ghost smell fear, let me hold something Look in your face like you owe something [Chorus] I'm playing for the 'bucks' like Hakeem Warrick Nickel bag in the park, my team on it They want it like that and the street, is dry as a well Hell, that's why I sell crack on the beat I ain't trynna just happen to eat, I'm a make a nigga dance Even if I got to clap in the street This is something like lock up, murder behind bars A warrior, my story defined by my scars Seven thirty verbal, my word work circle You a jerk, fool, I burn you like your birds do [Chorus]
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Written by: ERICK SERMON, DENNIS D COLES, CLIFFORD SMITH, WILLIAM HART, THOM BELL, THOMAS RANDOLPH BELL, DENNIS DAVID COLES, DENNIS AMES, JASON RICHARD HUNTER
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