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Here we go [Chorus] Shoot your shot Man, I wanna know what you got Load it up and hit that spot Grab the mic and shoot your shot (Thes One) Hey yo, P.U.T.S. and UD, you be truly blessed Rap panelist, Thes handle this like an analyst (Yes) yes y'all the Einstein rhythm and rhyme Combines like red wine and Tylenol (Oooh) the grown relaxing in the field But don't sleep, P counts green not sheep With K Jax, he rolls up the weed like haystacks To bath tub down on you scrubs like Ajax You池e too fruity to rip the rooty tooty with your loofah New booty ladies too lazy to raise the roof up The plug desenchufa, could the crew get any doper Man we own this, live under the stairs like Mr. Roper Home of the (new) generation, we got the torch Let me call into (U)D Dustin to bust 粗m off Blown Celeb and resurrecting the dead with 3 day block Posse cut resurrection instead so pass the rock I知 about to pop the clip in as I stop the opposition You gotta cop a listen when I知 knockin like a piston I spit arsenic so I知 hard to miss Your in a (daze) cuz I (blaze) like an arsonist I come up in the house like a thief in the night And electrify a crowd like keys on a kite (Stay calm) before I drop the napalm Find yourself caught in a dangerous liaison Lay it on thick, brick by brick, lickety split Rhymes are fat like Jiminy Glick You want beef here's a hickory stick, I shoot the gift You won't know it till it's over like a mystery flick To put it blunt, I pack a punch like a school lunch Got no time for punks they take lumps So (please) stop bugging for my honeycombs Or I値l hit you in the funny bone [Chorus] x2 (I will) Andy's the name, takin aim like Calamity Jane In a rap's last stand I知 the man who remains When I claim to pack heat, know my ammunition Is my flow and rhythm (so) I知 armed to the teeth My lungs are gun powder, throat cold and narrow So when I open my mouth you're looking down the barrel Of an emcee sniper, eye in the scope Reigning down rounds of rhyme, fire, and smoke (boom) Lighting strikes twice from my mic device Cuz when I write it's like guns in knife fights There's no competition so I don't listen You think you're dope here's a penny, go wishin I shoot to kill, better know the odds Or wind up on boot hill, man get out of dodge UD plus Thes One and Double K We all just laugh when your record is played Ain稚 nothing funny, what y誕ll laughin at Yeah, it痴 K Jackson over here with my homeboys You know what I知 saying I知 just helpin 粗m out on this microphone It goes hippa to the hoppa and it just don't stoppa I知 dressed in all black with my man K Jax I got thrown in the slammer, I tried to battle Hammer They wanna interview me so I spit in the camera You know I love Pac, that's why I got shot Had to gain some credibility, now everybody feelin me I知 on VH1 and MTV I知 down with DJ EZ Rock and I知 back with UD It takes one to roll the blunt, it takes two to get jumped And I be hanging at the church house looking for sluts I hate rap music but, see, I知 so damn good My homey told me "boy, get it like I know that you could So I stole the microphone, wrote rhymes on my own When I go to Burger King all the chicks are on my bone It grows and grows and grows gets a little bigger You wanna see me skeet, baby girl pull the trigger I致e got bang for your butt and I hate posse cuts I知 a one mic thriller, I知 a soft beverage chiller Whoever takes the mic, you better be illa Now what's the time, everybody say (Miller) [Chorus] x2 |
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