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lil murda & hi-c - respect the shooter كلمات الأغنية

yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
come on!

[chorus: young buck]
slide, the clip, and pull, the hammer back
point your gun, then homie, go handle that
braaaa stick em, ha ha ha stick em
braaaa stick em, ha ha ha stick em
put your gloves on, get your black mask
you n-ggas ready? come on let’s go handle that
braaaa stick em, ha ha ha stick em
braaaa stick em, ha ha ha stick em

[lil’ murda:]
stay outta site, outta mine, retaliation is a must
if he bleed like me, any n-gga can get touched
got my knife on my belt and the forty by my phone clip
i’m on the edge, f-ck around, and get your dome split
a long mission, i remember being homeless
so in the kitchen with cause, them chickens was boneless
yo black gloves, black mask, black shirt, black pants
you know you seeing blood, when you see my mach-10

[hi-c:]
i walked through the valley of the shadow of death
in all black with my gun, i’m the shadow of death
your just full of alotta raps
really don’t be poppin’ straps
akay, yo peek hole, blow off your stock and cap
all the real n-ggas voted for me
enemies comming for me
i hope it’s complete
i just sit low in my seat
blow dro and the sweet
keep 8th on me, you would think kobe with me b-tch!

[50 cent:]
robbery, homicide, f-ck that i’m down to ride
mask on, i blast some, n-ggas see em on channel nine
bloods set, crips set, i trip through ya set trick
freaks flip, full clip, i load, then reload b-tch
gat jam, god d-mn, hundred gram, dope man
maybach, flow benz, sun roof, open
spider with me loccin’, cali buds, smokin’
s & 97, eastside, n-gga fo’ sure man

[lloyd banks:]
from southside to cashville, cashville to cali
there’s f-ck you law, the judge, and the federallies
in the black benz, black rims, ride around with mach-10’s
same n-gga from back when, get money, stacks spend
f-ck a b-tch, get the dough, f-ck a snitch, he can die
on easter sunday, i celebrate, when he reach the sky
i’m on that stupid sh-t
like f-ck a gun can do this zooly sh-t’
there’s room in the graveyard, you can fit’

[spider loc:]
it’s easy to die in la, where i g-ngb-ng
ever since the curl
played out
spider loc, and it’s me against the world
it ain’t easy being loc’d out
a n-gga an outlaw
and i’m ballin’, yeah i’m gettin’ money without ya’ll
don’t know about you, but i got murders on my block
i bomb first, it’s just how we do it on my block
with 21 guns to shoot
against your squad
my unit out to get this loot
against all odds

[tony yayo:]
my revolvers on my gucci belt, hand on the metal
no ski mask, the godfather of the ghetto
i ran up in the weed spot, i’m tired of being hungry
the dread like “take the weed and leave the money”
the bananas on the kays, got the hammer and the gage
got your -ss on the run, like a hamster in a gage
n-gga make this sh-t easy, don’t contemplate
give me the chain, the watch, the open, and the safe

- lil murda hi c

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