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joell ortiz – one shot (killed for less) lyrics

cook
(yeah)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uhh
it’s that killa crack street music
(it’s that block royal, terror squad music)
crack, cook
(joell ortiz n-gg-)
listen
(n-body, what up)
one shot, two shot, three shot, oh, oh
that’ll send him right to the morgue
four shot, five shot, six shot, sh-t, sh-t
that’s for the wife and the kids
(i don’t care about your money or that sh-t on your chest)
n-gg-z get killed for less
(and all that sh-t you be talkin’ man we ain’t impressed)
n-gg-z get killed for less
whether, closed caption or high definition
you could probably find me on that big screen, diamonds glistenin’
ain’t this a b-tch man? that’s joey from the bronx
and all the dirt he done, how the f-ck he mix the songs n-gg-?
he ain’t lyin’, i’m a chemist on that table
my needle with the beige make the compet-tion hate you
couple deaths on the block, now they rate you
lil’ dex’ll pull the trigger if i say shoot
one shot, two shot ‘nother n-gg- down
csi searchin but his face can’t be found n-gg-
sh-t is crazy on the streets of the bronx
n-gg-z yellin’ “shots fired” but police won’t respond
where i’m from n-gg-z pump that b-ss
and holler at your lil’ sister right in front of your face n-gg-
the working man’s a sucker you heard, see
n-gg-‘s gettin’ hot for twenty years, still thirsty
i guess they share a bond with the ‘caine
now that’s what i call rekindlin’ old flames
get it? who else but coca in the rover?
sports kitted, coulda been my ‘ghini or my ‘rossa
life is for the living, get a chauffeur
find yourself a b-tch that don’t mind eatin’ chocha
we spit murder, you’s a victim, boy
if that -ss get flashy we’ll stick ya, boy
one shot, two shot, three shot, oh, oh
that’ll send him right to the morgue
four shot, five shot, six shot, sh-t, sh-t
that’s for the wife and the kids
(i don’t care about your money or that sh-t on your chest)
n-gg-z get killed for less
(and all that sh-t you be talkin’ man we ain’t impressed)
n-gg-z get killed for less
nah, so don’t die over nothin, let your lil’ crew gas ya -ss
’cause on my block i was the doc, before aftermath
i had that, rock in the spot the fiends had to blast
when i, chopped it with pop and shoot past the gl-ss
see i really hustle homie, this ain’t no fabrication
they never called me back, i filled out many applications
watchin’ these corny n-gg-z come up, that was aggravatin’
so i hit the corner, told ’em beat it like they masturbatin’
i tried to have the patience
i asked god for the answers, he took too long to respond
so i had a chat with satan
he told me my dreams ain’t have to stay imagination
turned my wrecked timbs to a stretch benz for my graduation
had all the lil’ sl-ts at my prom salivatin’
scooped my diploma, i’m gone but i kept on calculatin’
colleges holla cause every grade i had’s amazin’
it was school books or cool looks when i p-ss with daytons
clappin’ at plays or hearin’ my new magnum flamin’
schoolgirls or i’ma earl, look who this b-st-rd’s blazin’
long story short, man i had these f-ggots hatin’
i’m handsome, i’m cool, i got guap and i get it crack-a-latin’
i come from the place where you get your hood p-sses made in
a brook where the only thing shook’s on the stove marinatin’
so when they say congratulations over the respect
my pad is gainin’
know i ain’t goin’ back, i’m aimin’ like
one shot, two shot, three shot, oh, oh
that’ll send him right to the morgue
four shot, five shot, six shot, sh-t, sh-t
that’s for the wife and the kids
(i don’t care about your money or that sh-t on your chest)
n-gg-z get killed for less
(and all that sh-t you be talkin’ man we ain’t impressed)
n-gg-z get killed for less
aww, that’s what the f-ck i’m talkin’ about
that real gangsta music, b–tch
like that sh-t, you like how that sh-t sounds n-gg-
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