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shooter philly tyraq - how you shoot lyrics

[chorus]
how you shoot, but you ain’t hit none
talkin’ tough, boy, you better quit frontin’
big sticks, yeah, we keep that drum
pull up quick, now they all wanna run
how you shoot, but your aim ain’t true?
claim you ’bout it, but we don’t see proof
on the block, yeah, we know who’s who
play your cards right or it’s checkmate, fool
how you shoot, but you freeze on sight?
in the field, gotta move all night
real hitters, yeah, they know my type
silent moves, but my k!llers airtight
how you shoot, but you ain’t got rank?
talkin’ big, but your clip just blanks
real philly, yeah, i’m built like tanks
from the trenches, where we earn that bank

[verse]
i’ve been posted in the dark where the wolves all creep
whеre the youngins let it spark, lеave you six feet deep
ain’t no love in the streets, only hunger and pain
see the opps, take aim, make it thunder and rain
they talk wild ’til the muzzle flash shut ’em up
big stepper, keep the metal tucked, don’t press your luck
i’ve seen dudes fold quick when the heat applied
claim they solid, but they crumble when the beef arrives
ain’t no cap in my story, this the life that i chose
had to hustle every day, now my neck stay froze
from the trenches, where survival is a daily grind
lost too many to the game, but i stay in line
how you shoot, but you run when the pressure hits?
real hitters stand firm, never duckin’ a bit
i’ve been out here too long, i ain’t new to this life
seen a homie switch sides, now he payin’ the price
keep my circle real small, only trust my own
gang the only code that i live and know
philly raised me with the fire, i don’t need no match
if you cross me, know the gang got my back like that
it’s a war zone daily, can’t slip, can’t lack
keep the bag in my vision while i watch my back
how you shoot, but your name don’t carry no weight?
real shooters know the game, you just fake that fate
[chorus]
how you shoot, but you ain’t hit none
talkin’ tough, boy, you better quit frontin’
big sticks, yeah, we keep that drum
pull up quick, now they all wanna run
how you shoot, but your aim ain’t true?
claim you ’bout it, but we don’t see proof
on the block, yeah, we know who’s who
play your cards right or it’s checkmate, fool
how you shoot, but you freeze on sight?
in the field, gotta move all night
real hitters, yeah, they know my type
silent moves, but my k!llers airtight
how you shoot, but you ain’t got rank?
talkin’ big, but your clip just blanks
real philly, yeah, i’m built like tanks
from the trenches, where we earn that bank

- shooter philly tyraq lyrics

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