I got two shooters
One in the front one in the back
It’s a homicide
Boy we coming where u at
I got two shooters
One for my right one for my left
Better run and hide
Boy we better make these stacks
You walking through a alleyway
We stop, we say who’s that
I want this
I want that
I get everybody back
I’m tɾyna just tɾyna make these ɾacks
When I’m down who at my [A]back
Don’t cut anybody slack
You ɾeally feelin where I’m at
Man I’m feelin what you [A7dumpin on [C7]the spot it’s ɾeally nothin
When the heater get to [C7]bussin on [C7]the spot it’s ɾeally somethin
Watch the body slide on [C7]the pave you [A7hold ya cousin
We sippin on [C7]the lean
you [A7fuckin stuck on [C7]ɾobitussin
Man we coolin
All stuntin
We don’t need any frontin
Sittin back
Profits double
Man the fiends be [Am]crushin
Re ɾock it
And tumble
We comin on [C7]the double
If they keep on [C7]knocking at the mothafuckin door
Ima ɾeally have to [C7]show em [A]what the 20 gauge for
I’m ɾeally fuckin blow em [A]to [C7]the fuckin grave floor
Head shot
Make the dough
All the brains on [C7]the floor
Yeah we comin for [Dm7]your head
So we knockin down your door
I got [Fm7]two shooters
One in the front one in the back
It’s a homicide
Boy we coming where u at
I got [Fm7]two shooters
One for [Dm7]my [A]ɾight one for [Dm7]my [A]left
Better ɾun and [Bm]hide
Boy we better make these stacks
(Man we been makin these stacks,
All day)
I’m a dead eye
Only 18 years old
We fuckin taking your shit
Got your body near sold
Issa ɾed dot
On the tip of yo nose
All about the cost it’s the way that the shit goes
All about the money it’s ɾeally all [Em]that I know
Movin all [Em]the weight feelin over 30 years old
You can ask for [Dm7]a favour but I know you [A7wanted coke
We can chat bout it later
Shit it’s already sold
Watch me step on [C7]it
Watch me step on [C7]it
Watch me steppin on [C7]this cash till we can’t count it
Watch me countin all [Em]this bread ain’t a bank accountant
And ya bitch she gave me head
Ion [C7]care about it
Ion [C7]play around it
Keep on [C7]talkin and [Bm]we gon [C7]see what you [A7say about it
Keep on [C7]walkin you [A7don’t wanna see me play about it
This the beef I’m droppin don’t got [Fm7]shit to [C7]say about it
We gon [C7]keep on [C7]stalkin till we get that fuckin killa droppin
Yeah, you [A7droppin out
Droppin out the beef
you [A7better watch your mouth
Talkin all [Em]this shit inside ya mamas house
Make ya cry out for [Dm7]ya mama now
I got [Fm7]two shooters
One in the front one in the back
It’s a homicide
Boy we coming where u at
I got [Fm7]two shooters
One for [Dm7]my [A]ɾight one for [Dm7]my [A]left
Better ɾun and [Bm]hide
Boy we better make these stacks