ShotGun lyrics

[Intro: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
Err'ybody get your shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off
Stay strapped homie this sh*t is about to pop off
Me I be a G from way back in the day
With that I don't give a f*ck about your set, type mentality

[Verse 1: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
I'll shoot you in the day, like my heater stay on toast
And Grundy build a casket for you as soon as you a ghost
I got an itchy trigger finger and I'm scratchin' like a DJ
Fifteen shells in my pocket, who wanna see me
Khakis stay on fold, brew ice-cold
And my homeboy rappin' to a chicken that he know
Here come a car up the street, rollin' real slow
With a wanna be, baby G, hangin' out the window
Looking close, like he knows me
f*ck set! Buck shots splattered his ass all over his homies upholstery
Tryna play me closely, but my approach be
Buck 'em all till they fall with my shotgun

[Chorus: Jamie Madrox]
Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off *Gunshot*
Stay strapped homie this sh*t is about to pop off
Me I be a G from way back in the day
With that I don't give a f*ck about your set, type mentality
Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off *Gunshot*
Stay strapped homie this sh*t is about to pop off
Me I be a G from way back in the day
With that I don't give a f*ck about your set, type mentality
[Verse 2: Anybody Killa]
If I keep my self alive (Live), somethin' just might happen (Whut?)
Like my gun clappin', or a motherf*cker's head crackin' (b*tch!)
My nerves are shot, I'm sweaty and hot (Sweaty and hot)
Always shakin', lookin' just like Michael J. Fox (Whut?)
Save me, help me take me out this mind frame (Mind frame)
Without the choppin' on you hoes 'cause I'm insane (C'mon!)
Me and Colton be gettin' Grundy in the hood (Huh!)
Knockin' down your doorway, jackin' all your goods (Yea!)
Look into the barrel of my shotgun, watch yourself
f*ckin' wit' me, is just bad for your health (Whut?)
So when you see me comin'
Best be thinkin' whether you want to live or die
'Cause my anger's increasin', so watch out (Whaah!)
'Cause we ain't playin' pimp, move the f*ck over! (Over!)
All up our face, acting like we know ya (Oo-ya!)
But if you really want to get that close
Then prepare yourself, to be filled with holes

[Chorus: Jamie Madrox]
Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off *Gunshot*
Stay strapped homie this sh*t is about to pop off
Me I be a G from way back in the day
With that I don't give a f*ck about your set, type mentality
Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off *Gunshot*
Stay strapped homie this sh*t is about to pop off
Me I be a G from way back in the day
With that I don't give a f*ck about your set, type mentality
[Verse 3: Esham]
Sawed off shotgun and I'm about to dump
Sippin' on some syrup, speakers on bump
Cruisin' down 7 mile, cash bed of pile
You think my shotgun won't blast, bat a thou'
I'm all cheddar style; throw your body off Bell Isle Bridge
Don't push me 'cause, I'm over the edge
Been fell off the ledge, with a hole in my head
Only reason Colton Grundy see me 'cause he been dead
Boy I'm nothin' to play with; my shotgun murdered nine federal agents
I kill 'em all ages, bloodstain the front pages, this sh*t is outrageous
Me, Blaze, and ABK need to be locked in cages
Police been after me, I cause a catastrophe
All because my shotgun said "blast for me"
*Gunshot* Now another shotgun casualty *Gunshots*

[Chorus: Jamie Madrox]
Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off *Gunshot*
Stay strapped homie this sh*t is about to pop off
Me I be a G from way back in the day
With that I don't give a f*ck about your set, type mentality
Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off *Gunshot*
Stay strapped homie this sh*t is about to pop off
Me I be a G from way back in the day
With that I don't give a f*ck about your set, type mentality
[Outro: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
Four bullets left in my pocket, I'm a madman
*Gunshot* Three more people wanna test me!
Three bullets left in my pocket, I'm a madman
*Gunshot* Two more people wanna test me!
Two bullets left in my pocket, I'm a madman
*Gunshot* One more person wanna test me!
One bullets left in my pocket, I'm a madman
*Gunshot* Don't nobody wanna test me!

[Segue: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
"Damn! f*ck! I ran outta muthaf*ckin' ammo, unless you count the box of shells I got in the glove compartment! And what the f*ck are you lookin' at!?!"