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styles p – shots fired (dissin’ g-unit) lyrics

d block double r, time is money
n-gg-s is cowards
load up n-gg-

[verse 1: jadakiss (stlyes p)]
yo, we would have been killed you (why even bother n-gg-)
you ratted on preme (he probably your father n-gg-)
in new york you was never a don
(n-gg-s know you was a rat when you made ghetto quran)
had names in the daily news (shot you nine times)
you could barely move (block got the 10th shot) f-ck it
(lets air the dude, dissed ja rule) took his style and ran with it
(singing on the hooks the same) b-tch you done scam with it
(and don’t try to diss a d block crook)
f-ck sales, you hear your boss on a d block hook
the shows in new york (n-gg- we not shook)
if its war get the four (and put his head on the floor)
so we can tell this f-ggot man how his reeboks look
and you can all die in a instant (for instance)
(the tre pound’ll leave your -ss smoking like inscents)
the four pound’ll make your man smoke like a winston

[chorus: jadakiss (stlyes p)]
(shots fired) man in the hole n-gg-
(shots fired) (tell g-unit to roll n-gg-)
(shots fired) nine times, a tenth one will do it to him
(shots fired) (somebody better tell them we will ruin in’ them)
(shots fired) 50 keep running his lips n-gg-
(shots fired) (d-mn, you already been hit n-gg-)
(shots fired) we don’t give a f-ck if you rich n-gg-
(shots fired) (get the f-ck off of our d-cks n-gg-)
(shots fired)

[verse 2: jadakiss (stlyes p)]
(get rich or die tryin’) was a cl-ssic
(now you rich and you tryin’ to die) yours a dumb b-st-rd
(you can be hesitant, you cant see the beast)
and you run with more police then the mother f-cking president
(he’s a b-tch n-gg- he get ill)
like we didn’t know that he c-ck block game out of his reebok deal and
(plus he at the label like, don’t like him drive you)
like my n-gg- drop first, and that wont like it rock and
(b-tch made n-gg-) you got a problem with use
come see us with a gun (or a switch blade n-gg-)
d-mn we thought you know (got your sh-t sprayed n-gg-)
you been p-ssy since that sheep skin (in 5th grade n-gg-)
n-gg-s stole your bike (cause you was p-ssy)
try to take your life (cause you was p-ssy)
now we got take your mic (cause you was p-ssy)
left the hood and hired the cops, just your luck
(we the one that fired them shots) what

[verse 3: jadakiss (stlyes p)]
yo, you wasn’t real with me (now you gotta to deal with me)
i’ma get you the same tombstone as the real 50
(before all your hear us, the bigger the n-gg- is, the more pallbearers)
your be where the cops be, the four, four wearers
(y’all scared of the block same ones that we tear up so don’t get near us)
because you can never worry me (i know you been to jail you)
also been to therapy (in the hood, till they bury me a mouth full)
i heard you did a shock bid in lakeview
if my man know than he will of ate you
(how bout’) he was in the bunk right next to you
and could of made him put a lox on you
(all your n-gg- together aint got enough bars for us
i heard a bunch of sh-t from ya’ll, none of it was hard to us)
killers ask if there’s no cops and he not wired
(cant come back to new york n-gg-) shots fired

[outro: jadakiss]
crotr controversy sells, crotr, contr controversy sells
controversy sells, but it aint like death
and i just cant say it any clearer

(shots fired), (shots fired), (shots fired), (shots fired), (shots fired)

- styles p lyrics

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