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jayo felony - one shot kill lyrics

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uh, the shoota!
uh, uh.

[jayo felony]
yeah, caught em slippin tryin to order a burrito
then i f-cked up his stealo
n-gg- you know that we low
i left him shorter than skealo
your man with you wasn’t bangin
wasn’t his brains wasn’t hangin
and the next song you’ll hear will be choir sangin
he think he scared now but see that n-gg- been afraid
yo pops bust a nut in ya moms in sixty seconds ya minute maid
it’s loco n-gg-, we keep comin wit heat
boy i keep my sh-t nappin like leo on beach street
i’m used to to never miss cus i got em on heat seak
like biggie said i’m the n-gg- that mixed the weed with the meak leak
it’s in my teams to keep comin wicked
the meter maid sniper, for some reason i don’t get tickets
bullet loc i only spit that top dolla sh-t
i’m on that pimp of your bay area pop ya colla sh-t
what did y’all ever think that you can blow against me?
i’m the grain how the h-ll you think that you can go against me?

[chorus](4x)
i’m the shoota.
one shot kill!

[jayo felony]
i’m the do’, f-ck up your flow like the beat off
hit ya b-tch while she smellin my d-ck and skeet off
in the nostral, i’m quick to make em all like cows
keep em hostile, cus n-gg-s over here got styles
i don’t play with these, i smoke em to get away with these
try me please; all mcs get bent like knees
to my homies in the pen, my loved ones
if it don’t get done with five fingas then don’t get done
i’m quiet and calm and i might give you some dat
what i’m really thinkin in my mind is “n-gg-, you can’t rap”
i carry songs like straps you know i’m quick to touch and scream
“f-ck a hit” cus i got more spit than sylvester
hit a tragic with an automatic make you breath like an asthmatic
static, what’s that? that sh-t that get up in my fabric?
uh, while you lazy n-gg-s let time p-ss
i’m in tahiti with my b-tch let go when against i’m up her -ss

[chorus](4x)
i’m the shoota.
one shot kill!

[jayo felony]
always talkin about you jackin, n-gg- shut up!
i got b-tches on my team that can squab and rob betta
the clutch hitta, and i ain’t never been much of a quitta
the type of cat that would put your f-ckin face in my litta
they wanna test, but they know they’ll get smack and sh-t
my aim deadly my middle name accurate
i might spit on a n-gg- from far away outta spite
my eye on you like cbs you’re never out of sight
right before you hit the corner, i shoot you there
too small to sit at my table, you need a booster chair
and you’ll never ever hear a n-gg- say i don’t like’im
cus if i don’t like’im i quickly wesley snipe’im
it’s peer pressure n-gg-, and i talk to models
you couldn’t see me with bifocals the size of c-ke bottles
you a rapper, but mc’s flow it the best
you heard it from me n-gg-, f-ck the rest!

[chorus](4x)
i’m the shoota.
one shot kill



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