Shotta by Z-ro
You think this tattoo on my hand, is for decoration or
something
Way before I was a loc, the desert eagle was already
dumping
Rolling around in my dropper, looking out for the
coppers
Cause I'm coming to pop ya, me and this trigger
You don't wanna fuck with the King of the Ghetto nigga
Hey Mr. preacher man, yeah I know the bible
I'm not in love with murder, I'm in love with my own
survival
Pardon me if I'm wrong, but I really don't give a damn
As long as after the bullets stop flying, I walk away
with my gun in my hand
Nigga don't run up on me, you could die for less than
that
I'm about to pitch this fast ball, and your head neck
and chest is at bat
You ain't gotta like me, but I bet you gon' respect me
And I bet I wear a dress, before I let somebody check
me
I been running around in this ghetto a long time, I'm
doing just fine
They don't hang they drag, I'm talking about these nuts
of mine
You ain't gotta believe me homie, just run up and try
me
You'll be dead, or hooked up to an IV
[Hook]
Top shotta make you move your body, or you can lose
your body
Move your body, me don't want no scariness around me
Move your body, or you can lose your body
Top shot doc'll make enough weapon, to bruise your body
Move your body, or you can lose your body
Move your body, me don't want no scariness around me
Move your body, or you can lose your body
Top shot doc'll make enough weapon, to bruise your body
(Rude boy), what's happening my nigga shit what's
cracking
(please don't act a fool boy), shit you know I'm trying
to chill mayn
Nigga looking at me funny though
(cause we don't need no yellow tape, around the dance
hall tonight)
Shit I'm trying to get fucked up anyway, (that's right)
alright
I really be trying to chill, but haters be looking at
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