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styles p - shots fired lyrics

jadakiss: d-block, double r, time is money…
n-ggas is cowards. load up n-gga
styles p: let’s go

j: yo, we woulda been k!lled you
s: why even bother, n-gga?
j: you ratted on prim
s: he prolly ya father, n-gga
j: in new york you was never a don
s: n-ggas knew you was a rat when you made ghetto koran
j: had names in the daily news
s: shot you nine times
j: you could barely move
s: d-block got the tenth shot
j: f-ck it…
s: let’s air the dude
you dissed ja rule
j: took his style and ran wit it
s: singin’ on the hooks the same
j: b-tch you done scanned wit it
s: and don’t try to diss a d-block crook
j: f-ck sales, you hear your boss on a d-block hook
we do shows in new york
s: n-gga we not shook
j: if it’s war get the four
s: put his head to the floor
j: so we can show his f-ggot man how his reeboks look
s: and you could all die in an instant
j: for instance…
s: tre pound leave ya -ss smokin’ like incense
j: the four pound’ll make ya man smoke like a winston

[hook]
shots fired
j: man in a hole n-gga
shots fired
s: tell g unit to roll, n-gga
shots fired
j: nine times? the tenth one’ll do it to him
shots fired
s: somebody better tell him we’ll ruin him
shots fired
j: 50 keep runnin’ his lips, n-gga
shots fired
s: d-mn, you already been hit, n-gga
shots fired
j: we don’t give a f-ck if you rich, n-gga
shots fired
s: get the f-ck off our d-cks, n-gga
shots fired

s: get rich or die tryin’…
j: was a cl-ssic
s: now you rich and you tryin’ to die…
j: you’ze a dumb b-st-rd
s: we gon’ be hesitant, can’t see the beast
j: and you roll wit more police than the m-th-f-ckin’ president
s: b-tch n-gga, he get peeled
j: like we ain’t know he c-ck-blocked game out his reebok deal
s: plus he had the label like “don’t let him drop”
j: “let my n-ggas drop first so they won’t let it rock” &
s: b-tch-made n-gga
j: got a problem wit us? come see us wit a gun
s: or a switchblade, n-gga
j: d-mn, we thought you knew
s: got ya sh-t sprayed, n-gga
j: you been p-ssy since that sheepskin
s: fifth grade n-gga
j: n-ggas stole ya bike…
s: cuz you was p-ssy
j: tried to take ya life…
s: cuz you was p-ssy
j: now we gon’ take ya mic…
s: cuz you was p-ssy
j: left the hood and hired the cops
just your luck
s: we the ones dat fire dem shots

[hook]

j: you wasn’t real wit me
s: now you gotta deal wit me
j: i’mma get you the same tombstone as the real 50
s: for all of y’all who hear us
the bigger the n-gga is, the more pallbearers
j: y’all be wit the cops, we the 4-4 wearers
s: y’all scared of the block, same ones we tear up
don’t get near us
j: you could never worry me
s: i know you been to jail…
j: you also been to therapy
s: in the hood ’til they bury me
j: i heard you did a shock bid in lakeview
if my man woulda knew then he woulda ate you
s: how bout…
j: he was in the bunk right next to you
and i coulda made him put a l-o-x on you
s: all you n-ggas together ain’t got enough bars for us
heard a bunch of sh-t from y’all, none of it was hard to us
j: k!ll his -ss if there’s no cops & he’s not wired
s: you can’t come back to new york, n-gga
shots fired

[hook]

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