G-Unit - I'll Be Da Shooter | Текст песни

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[Chorus]
I-I’ll be the shooter
I-I’ll be the shooter
I-I’ll use the Colt, the Taurus, or the Ruger
I’ll pop some through ya Dirty is what
I’ll do ya I-I’ll use the Sig, the pump, or the German Luger [2x]

[50 Cent]
I-I’ll be the shooter I’ll bang out I-I’ll bang out Find out shit is real when im atchu wid that thang out Cause all kinda commotion when a nigga get blast on The spot he get his cash on Let off with no mask on Pussy ya heart pumpin but ya brain gone Leave somethin sweet I’ll snatch the heat and get the flame goin’ I stuff two different calibur shells in my revolver .38 and .32 long ones, you gotta problem Start me, I’ll never stop I’m layin atcha momma spot Squeeze till the llama hot I’ll have ya ass in drama op I cause havoc if you come in my vacinity Muthafuck the police Officer Rick the enemy

[Chrous]
I-I’ll be the shooter I-I’ll be the shooter I-I’ll use the Colt, the Taurus, or the Ruger I’ll pop some through ya Dirty is what I’ll do ya I-I’ll use the Sig, the pump, or the German Luger [2x]

[LLoyd Banks]
Its been deeper than rap I eat shit, go to sleep with my gat Its us three against the industry Lets keep it like that Click-clack, getcha goons Fuck all the talkin Niggas yappin bout who dress the best Get em Gucci coffins When we tombstone, bullets hurt 40s break a few bones Come around, ya food And my shawtys takin jewels home Follow em then hallow em Take two these and gaggle em You ride wid em you die wid em Chances of survival thin The sharks is out you divin in ? Dare you niggas try to swim Theres no odds, I gotta win And wobble em with the whop-whop Shady backgrounds, you prolly with the cops You aint street, you needa stop I breathe the hood, I be the block

[Chrous]
I-I’ll be the shooter I-I’ll be the shooter I-I’ll use the Colt, the Taurus, or the Ruger I’ll pop some through ya Dirty is what I’ll do ya I-I’ll use the Sig, the pump, or the German Luger [2x]

[Tony Yayo]
Niggas wanna kill me I’m gettin money for God sakes That purple-urple fucked Phelps up with Cornflakes Kick in the door man, spray the 44 man That mortitian morg man Fill you with straws man Black President, I voted for Obama I voted in the hood so I voted with my llama Everyday is drama Everyday is karma He got shot last week So lets press his baby momma This is home of the bolders Adolesence wil’in Shawty got killed for bear sneakers on the island Maybach music, ya niggas want trouble ? I run up on that CO snap his ass on the double

[Chrous]
I-I’ll be the shooter I-I’ll be the shooter I-I’ll use the Colt, the Taurus, or the Ruger I’ll pop some through ya Dirty is what I’ll do ya I-I’ll use the Sig, the pump, or the German Luger [2x]