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2nd generation wu – shotgun lyrics

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[intro: pxwer]
it’s p
we gon’ make money
we gon’ take money
we go’ make money
or we gon’ take money
we go’ make money
or we gon’ take money
we go’ make money
or we gon’ take it

[verse 1]
i got roaches, nah really i got roaches
cause n+ggas always smoking, n+ggas really be towing
as a link, i look more like him every day in this mirror
hol’ up, how you want that face smacked? n+gga i don’t hear ya
a good kid, only in my parent’s eyes
lil n+gga running ’round to antagonise, i ain’t listen
he eat your food, throw the plate, i ain’t do the dishes
dial for the link, give a f+ck cause i don’t know you b+tches
i’m this ender with my madness kicking mad sh+t
up for hours, writing these classics, i’m that sick
i’m b+st+rd to these rappers, y’all don’t father my style
was born to go wild like a child who never smiled off this og on the mic
i’m talking sh+t again, n+ggas know me
i’m ’bout this bread and this lettuce, n+ggas just baloney
you perpetrating, how you do it fool?
true to this sh+t, i’m in the booth like a super suit
i mean, “ayo honey” (what?), “where’s my super suit?”
and if i can’t pop, i’m underground like the sewers do
i come bearing these arms like goro or the trooper dude
always stand out, you just a round like a hula+hoop
n+gga
spit the flame, dump the beat in my own stores, right
i don’t bang, but what’s popping for the night?
they don’t like how i talk sh+t when i’m on the mic
you n+ggas dyk+, tough b+tch in my sight, now pull your skirt up
[pre+chorus: pxwer]
make money
take money
we gon’ make money
or we gon’ take money
we gon’ make money
or we gon’ take money
we gon’ make money
or we gon’ take it

[chorus: pxwer]
is it real, son, is it really real, son?
if it’s really real son, then it’s really real
something i could feel, son, you load it up and k!ll one
you want it raw deal, son, is it really real?

[verse 2: pxwer]
i say
hey, you, you not a challenge
when you spit, that applause be silent, f+ck outta here
load a big clip up, leave a f+ck n+gga outta hair
or the snuff ‘ling you like, grandma rocking chair
$ha in the physical, pxwer on my best day
5th dimension surfing when the booth get set ablaze
i’m top rhyming, you top ramen, too minute made
sweet christmas, he tried to hit me, but i been a cage
like f+ck rapping, i’m bout to put this pencil through you
i want static like n+gga i can’t hear my bluetooth
i take it back like wave caps
you get thrown in the tide when king arthur start pushing waves back
[pre+chorus: pxwer]
make money
take money
we gon’ make money
or we gon’ take money
we gon’ make money
or we gon’ take money
we gon’ make money
or we gon’ take it

[chorus: pxwer]
is it real, son, is it really real, son?
if it’s really real son, then it’s really real
it’s something i could feel, son, you load it up and k!ll one
you want it raw deal, son, is it really real?

lemme hear it?

[outro: method man + gza]
blackberry squeeze, b+tch you a tease
titties small, i got used to the squeeze
f+ck that sh+t, i’m through with this b+tch
oh yeah, please
here, get the crease off these welfare cheese
and i could blow 50gs overseas
i could blow 50gs overseas
i do with the breeze if i ain’t pimp tease