stitches – shoot 2 kill lyrics
[chorus]
these n-ggas ain’t real, dawg
i shoot guns to k!ll, dawg
i just want some meals, dawg
screaming f-ck the deal, dawg
these n-ggas ain’t real nah
these n-ggas ain’t real nah
i shoot guns to k!ll all
i shoot guns to k!ll all
these n-ggas ain’t real, nah
these n-ggas ain’t real, nah
i shoot guns to k!ll all
i shoot guns to k!ll all
[verse 1]
my back against the wall
i’m loosing my mind, is time for murder
how could i see you as a threat?
when you are somebody that i never heard of?
you got a uzi, i got a teck
and my homie keep a burner
i give them the look
they laugh like a creep
then we go, then we just burn ya
i’m tired of liars, i’m tired of rumors
they gained me some money that i should’ve got sooner
blackballed in the rap game, them brothers saw me sell cocaine
them brothers see me in the prison though
my children up in [?]
writing letters, making calls
thinking about the days we used to ball
[bridge]
i shoot you down
i shoot you down, down, down
i shoot you down (i shoot you down)
i shoot you down
i shoot you down, down, down
i shoot you down (i shoot you down)
i shoot you down, down, down
[chorus]
these n-ggas ain’t real, dawg
i shoot guns to k!ll, dawg
i just want some meals, dawg
screaming f-ck the deal, dawg
these n-ggas ain’t real nah
these n-ggas ain’t real nah
i shoot guns to k!ll all
i shoot guns to k!ll all
these n-ggas ain’t real, nah
these n-ggas ain’t real, nah
i shoot guns to k!ll all
i shoot guns to k!ll all
[verse 2]
if i pulled drive-by, bandana on my face (haha)
if i pulled drive-by, then imma have to beat the case (i beat it)
all of that sh-t you talk on the phone
keep the energy when i’m in your home
robbery, homicide, are you a gangsta? you decide
i don’t want any apology letters
i don’t wanna hear that bullsh-t that you happy that i’m doing better
there is a lie, n-ggas like you should be crucified
the only time that you believe in god is every time you about to die
you the type to go to jail read a bible
i’m the type to go to jail and be a psycho
you the type of motherf-cker shoot a handgun
i’m the type of motherf-cker shoot a rifle
and i know, that you know, that i know that you is a d-mn hoe
and i know, that you know i’m a devil driving in a lambo
[chorus]
these n-ggas ain’t real, dawg
i shoot guns to k!ll, dawg
i just want some meals, dawg
screaming f-ck the deal, dawg
these n-ggas ain’t real nah
these n-ggas ain’t real nah
i shoot guns to k!ll all
i shoot guns to k!ll all
these n-ggas ain’t real, nah
these n-ggas ain’t real, nah
i shoot guns to k!ll all
i shoot guns to k!ll all
[outro]
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