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cusax - six shots lyrics

six shots lyrics
[intro: 44ron & cusax]
yo (load it up, count it, three, four, five, six shots)
yeah!

[verse 1: 44ron]
y’all are makin’ hit records while i’m over here
makin’ records hit as a prerequisite, don’t compare
me to you, or anybody in your clique, notice there’s
not a thing we possess in common, now, what i owed is shared
and you can bet your f+ckin’ ass we been busy
vaccine dripping on a track, grab a cdc
medically approved hazmat suit—ppe
because i can guarantee you ain’t catchin’ a single thing
yeo, we all got this motherf+cker locked down
speak so evil, we go lethal, think we gonna stop now?
no cop outs, on route for the top, blaow!
hip+hop clowns, you got clout from brainwashed crowds
these thought clouds, fillin’ up, turnin’ dark
this is where my journey starts
f+ck the hand i’m dealt, i’ll burn there cards
’cause i been workin’ hard and every verse i’ll murder long
as i continue to pursue and do this form of verbal art

[chorus: 44ron & cusax]
everybody, everyone that i know
lookin’ at me like i don’t know what’s up
think about the fact that we back into action, so
lookin’ at me when i won’t give it up
pieces of the puzzle are fallin’ into there places
take cover, take shelter, don’t f+ck with us
detrimental to the mental, we ain’t gonna waste this
load it up, count it, three, four, five, six shots (yo!)
[verse 2: cusax]
sick as an animal at the veterinarian
stickers, i’m laminating, parent advisory sparingly
varies between my records and carries my in+directional
inconsequential mental adventures inside my dictionary
if i’m lookin’ for the peak of my act
i’m seekin’ how to release like i was a beacon of rap
no deceivin’ or means of uneasy treason or grievin’
leavin’ reasons to believe that we seasoned and undefeated
second to what? bet you a buck
that you insinuate that cusa/44 ain’t enough
got a pick the play i make, so don’t predict the way i ain’t
b+tch, i break the bank with every picture i create
if you think about it for an eighth of a second
you bit the bullet for the moment, but just wait for my record
spin the barrel like it’s russian roulette
but we filled the f+ckin’ chamber full of hollow point lead!

- cusax lyrics

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