Shooting Gallery

You niggas wanna kill me?
Tali Blanco, I don’t think they understand, man
Niggas fear what they don’t understand
So if you wanna shoot, then shoot me, nigga
Come on!
Let me make sure everything’s clear
Lasic, lasic, lasic
Look a nigga square in his eyes when I say this here
Face it, haters made this
Hard of a man turned cold, never show fear
Basic hate created
Fuck that, let me kick this shit in 5th gear, you niggas wanna hear?
I’m a monster, animal crossed with canible
Chopping niggas up like gra
Lyrical defenition of the job making niggas clean up the spot
Call me the wolf, rescue
Bad as when we look them in the eyes
They got visions of a stone cold killer, like a Midwest Killa City clown
Hit 'm with the chik chik chik, watch him start to run for his life like a bitch
They don’t wanna battle against a 4 5th
It go click
They don’t live in the midst
I’m so steller, real life killer, leave a nigga speaking with a lisp
When it comes to the microphone, I’ve rhymed with some of the greatest to exist
That’s a touchy topic, everybody wanna grill me
Ain’t nobody wanna give recagnition to a nigga that jumped ship
That’s the main reason why I put you on the list
All you lame niggas wanna shoot with a gift
Imma keep giving what I got, here’s this off the top, I’m a chip off the old
block
I let off the shots
Shoot
Harder than the rest
And if they got a problem with me, they can ame it at my chest
And Imma look, send it through the wire
Tell 'm if they ready, ame, fire
Shoot
Harder than the rest
And if they got a problem with me, they can ame it at my chest
And Imma look, send it through the wire
Tell 'm if they ready, ame, fire
I am the hardest artist
Bout the squad regardlous
Break down bones and cartlage
Load a couple shells right into the cartrage
Yeah I’m heartless
I scrap ya, atack ya
Silants, like closed captions
In a mantion, fly, that’s how it happen
Got back on a nigga just like that
Motherfucker wanna murder me, heard of me
Hit up my bro Kutt Calhoun
Do it harder for the squad
When I leave the room
You smell the fumes, cause I lit the gass
Even flicked the match
In the sene I’m a gangsta
I’m dangerous
At my target, pistol in my hand, and I’m aming
They want my blood, Kutty, it’s all in my eyes
I can tell just by a look at the spot
That they ultemently want my demise
They will never ever take me alive
2 guns cocked, like Sam, Yosemity
In the droptop Convertable, John F. Kenody
With my back to the wall, Imma jump in the brawlle
Shoot
Harder than the rest
And if they got a problem with me, they can ame it at my chest
And Imma look, send it through the wire
Tell 'm if they ready, ame, fire
Shoot
Harder than the rest
And if they got a problem with me, they can ame it at my chest
And Imma look, send it through the wire
Tell 'm if they ready, ame, fire