snap dogg – who you gone shoot lyrics
[hook: snap dogg]
who you gone shoot?
sendin’ them hittas, you know that they comin’ thru
i do not f+ck with you
shoot at yo’ mama, yo’ uncle, yo’ granny too
screamin’ out: “f+ck the cops!”
come to yo’ block, and you know that we shoot at opps
n+ggas said roll the beat, it’s [?] on his head, don’t go for no body shots
[verse 1: bandhunta izzy]
don’t f+ck with no opposition
b+tch i been ballin’ like michael and scottie pippen
hit him, no competion, n+gga won’t learn how i [?] just pay attetion
i got a draco who came with a d+ck
aim at a p+ssy, how i’m livin’
cut off just one of my n+ggas, cuz he had the gun range in the [?]
[verse 2: snap dogg]
well, f+ck [?]
might reload this b+tch and you know that i hit him
we don’t do drive+by’s, we do walk+up and stand [?]
shoot a n+gga straight in his eyes
don’t act surprise, you know that my n+ggas gone ride
you know that my n+ggas gone slide
i did drop a few bodies, can’t say too much
streets know i don’t tell lies
[verse 3: bandhunta izzy]
bankroll on me n+gga, rip [?]
[?] sneakers [?]
i heard a couple n+ggas on my block had some beef
so i brought out that mac for a mess
bring out that mac
bring out that fully+automatic
[?] when they clap
this ain’t no game [?] i got the strap
[verse 4: snap dogg]
up on the track, n+ggas don’t know about that
i’m up and i’m couting this racks
i just met a bankroll, and i’m f+ckin’ yo’ hoe
n+gga what you know about that?
i [?] s+x
h+ll yeah, make it right back
n+gga you ain’t layin’ like that
i keep me a strap
heard yo’ homie get wacked
i’mma put my city on the map
let’s go!
[verse 5: bandhunta izzy]
b+tch i’m with snap
they from the d, they gone ride
[?] blow out his mind
paralyzed him with that shot to the spine
1 on 1 cuz b+tch i’m one of a kind
ride round town when i laid back the sit
and i got that tint [?] and sh+t
bust on the face [?]
[?] got that thing on my whip
don’t take no time+out, b+tch i be ballin’
think a n+gga should be sponsored by [?]
[?] keep on callin’
homicide n+gga i did that too often
i know them n+ggas that scammin’ the visa
i stay in the track whipping dope with the [?]
so you got dope [?] my prices was cheaper
please don’t cuff that b+tch cuz she was a [?]
[verse 6: snap dogg]
b+tch i’m with izzy, up in yo’ city
hoes in the room, and they tryna get bussy
keep my shot glizzy
and that whole 50
blues in my pocket i filled it so quickie
n+gga don’t [?] me
shoot ’till is empty
shootin’ this b+tch like i’m playin’ for philly
mac and them [?]
shoot at his [?]
sending them shots and they talkin’ bout [?]
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