Gunshots lyrics

f/ PSK-13, K-Roc, Kid, Indo-G



Hook: Tommy Wright III



Gunshots, gunshots

That`s all I`m hearin` is them

Gunshots, gunshots

Them niggas runnin` from them

Gunshots, gunshots

Can`t go to sleep cause I hear

Gunshots, gunshots

Twenty four seven I hear



[Blik, black, blucka]

Nigga back the fuck up

(4x)



[PSK-13]

I break bread, and lay my head in Southside hi-zaw

Where dice games have these niggas offside shootin`

If these shoot motors could talk, shit they`ll charge ya for game

And hustle hatas only out to slaughter ya name

PSK that ain`t the factor in it, and we don`t act up

Blick, black, bluck nigga back the fuck up

Hatin` niggas gettin` dealt wit, on some cap peel shit

Bluesteel snubnose what I kill wid

You know I, hold down blocks like a C-O

Roll down blocks like a G-O,

Nigga what the deal, original, down south hustla

I`m still out here hustlin`,

That plaque ain`t nuthin` playboy

I strictly do business by the code ah these streets

When niggas violate that same nigga see the sheets

It`s hell to pay the captain, and I mean that shit partna,

And you can tell by the way I`m wettin` it, gunshots



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[K-Roc]

How many motherfuckin` niggas out there done, heard ah K-Roc

You fuckin` wid a Street Smart connection now, bitch I`m on yo block

Where them niggas at, hangin` out the window

Get `em, hit `em, split `em, *drrrr,drrrr*

Pull up on the side ah the car

Nigga done come wid a big ass pistol

Bitch, bitch.. raise them motherfuckin` hands like FAST!

Shit, shit.. this Street Smart click WHOOO!

When a nigga wettin` come get me T,

I`ll show these niggas what`s up wid me

Lock and load, put `em in the test mode

You motherfuckin` hoe, oh noooo!



[Tommy III]

I lay my head in Memphis, where they be killin` drug dealin`

Niggas get shot out chillin`,takin` up smoke just to cope

wid the fact that a nigga can`t survive if he don`t got a gat

Leave a nigga nigga flat on his back it`s us

Thirteen to the third power, SPC and Street Smart`s in this thugs

In my veins, it`s cold water

If ain`t murder, it`s manslaughter

Steppin` out the door all a nigga finna hear is gunshots

The time on earth gettin` shorter,

Cock it back and bust get buck

I can`t come out without it

In the South yo mouth can get you killed

A-Town, M-Town let me hear you shout it, what?



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[Kid]

Runnin` young hog nigga, you catch me buckin` nigga

Screamin` ain`t sayin` nuthin` they really ain`t weighin` nuthin`

Don`t let me take my shirt off, pull my pants up

No fake ass nigga, ain`t tryna throw no hands up

Woodrunnaz is in me nigga, got me fucked up

I smoke a sherm wid my weed nigga, Nigga back the fuck up!

Get it, got it baby you gotta get it good

We gon` blicka, blacka, blucka

Blicka, blacka good



[Indo-G]

This is what they told me,

Turn around, stick `em up, put ya fuckin` hands up

We in here, where`s the fuckin` cheese bro

Optimo, plenty hoes I hustle for a livin` nigga

True to what I say, ev`ryday, X`d out

Sippin` tough-enex, break a nigga neck if he violate

Hit the green, Remy Martin make my pupils dialate

I don`t give a fuck about these niggas and they hoe ass ways

Slap `em wid the yawk, nigga step before I spray the K



Break `em off wid a rat-tat-tarry yo red rum and a motherfuckin` alley

where I be, naw I ain`t shootin` in the air

I`ma plug a slug in ya ass and nigga duck and run

Call the cops, call ya boy, AT&T nigga Indo-G

No love no peace, no peace no love

Take it to the head like a muhfuckin thug



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