8-Ball and MJG and Ludacris Shot Off lyrics
Artist
8-Ball and MJG and Ludacris
Album
Living Legends: Chopped And Screwed
Song
Shot Off
Lyrics
[Intro: Eightball]
He he he, yeeah
[Verse 1: Eightball]
What kind of nigga always run his mouth like a hoe
Like his jaw got a battery, this nigga always know
Who got robbed, got shot, who got put on lock
Nobody invited you and still you got up in the spot
Me, Im not a witness, keep my distance, mind my business
You, somebody talk, you in they mouth like a dentist
We keep it gangsta, mommas love it cause they know its real
Like UGK, we keeps it real mobbin through the field
Big Ball, Fatboy, unload heat when my brain spill
You for it, images without no coke connect pills
We keep it crunk and poppin real niggaz know the deal
We Bad Boys, anywhere we at we smoke and kill
You try to stop it, get yo sh** broke up in twenty pieces
We roll deep in brand new vehicles wit secret features
Game preachers move yo pimpin for you mamasitas
We players on the field, yall niggaz in them bleachers
[Chorus: Eightball - (Repeat 2X)]
You talkin down behind my back (uh) you done shot off nigga
Fifty, four or twenty sack, you done shot off nigga
If you fly and got a gun (uh) when the drama come, you run (uh)
You know what you just done, you done shot off nigga
[Verse 2: MJG]
Man, come on now, you done shot off just like Mike Davis lost a knockoff
Or his tight-ass shirt when the button pop off
You standin its snowin you got yo shoes and socks on
Who holds the key? No f***ing bout it, I broke the lock off
I grew the top off, took the comma, period, dot off
And ran on wit it and broke you a whole lot off
Im gettin hot and startin to boil, dont turn the pot off
You just affected wit it, pimpin yo, get yo rocks off
Release some pressure, stop all that cryin and wipe ya snot off
Excuses you be usin for losin its cheap as hot sauce
Earn yo position, stop hatin beacuse you not boss
M-J-G, pimp tight, Im movin yo spot off
And I dont reach, stoppin yo plans, f***ing yo plot off
I go hard and I dont sheave and Im not off
And livin on the edge rebellin Im never dropped off
Like Aaron Hall, Dont Be Afraid bi***, call the cops off
[Chorus: Eightball - (Repeat 2X)]
[Verse 3: Ludacris]
Now you can either check yo ego at the do (door) or let the drama unfold
And check my Rap Sheet, bi***, Im almost ten million sold
Im only rappin cause I want to, I got enough plaques
Needless to say, my favorite rappers told me to get on this track
And so I DID it, quickly wrote my sixteen down and SPIT it
By the end of the verse youll say, once again, Ludacris sh** it
Then Ill wipe this wit yo face and put yo pride in the trash
My whole career is like my video, Im showin my ass
I keeps it, gangsta, gangsta! shooters and shanksters
Until you shot off motherf***ers, Im a thank ya, thank ya!
Runnin yo mouth behind my back until you run out of time
But at least yo talkin lets me know some millions stay on yo mind
It aint nothin wrong wit that
Tell em grabbin the thang and then I put it to yo brain
And change everything you ever hope fo (for) wit the .44
Youll be fallin back
And Yacht - is what Im drinkin steady thinkin bout these pinks chasin
Im bout to bring home the bacon
[Chorus: Eightball - (Repeat 4X)]
Date Added
2006-01-16
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