G-Unit - 300 Shots Lyrics

50 Cent - Verse 1]
Y'all niggas spend too much time watchin' flicks
Who you wanna be? Tony Montana n shit?
Well you can start, right before his ass get hit
So when I walk up you can see the shotgun spit
Ferrari roof go down, Lam doors go up
I got big boy toys, when you gon' grow up?
Nigga knick knack pattywack, give a dog a bone
Im still down to sell crack got a fiends home
God bless the child with a flawless flow
Say gave a nigga the talent to push blow
like a pimp watch a hoe, I watch the grams go
Watch the stash grow, straight cash flow
im a hundred time bigger than Preme in his prime
100 mill in my account and Im still on the grind
When you aint in my clique, its hard to shine
I mean talent like this is so hard to find

[Tony Yayo - Verse 2]
I don't dream now that i'm livin, Im out to get it
My truck bombkitted, an AK can hit it
Im a rap tycoon, I was fly in the whom
So Im gettin ass like a public bathroom
I went from Rikers Island, to shows at the garden
Automatic startin' in the drop got your bitch pussy fartin
My album about to drop in 7 days
But I still poke a rapper at the VMA's
Kilo's in a gram, PO's be my fans
That's why I'm overseas doin shows in Japan
I got Gats from the future, see-through guns
So when my bullets leave the chamber I can see you run
Nigga I flip my advance before I ran through it
Cuz that money turn haters into that barmen fluid
My dope be a 8, from a 1 to 10
Keep it in a cool place from my Uncle Ben

[Muder Mase - Verse 3]
You know you messin' with a nigga that do this for a livin'
Put two in the street while theres two in the kitchen
Put guns in niggaz mouth like "Who's u dissin'?"
We give for they knew who u was missin, nigga
You can either have a gun at the chain, or one at the brain
I have hoes back of the church, hummin' ya name
Even then I feel it's like cheat my men
Watch God leave the sky to come and greet my men
I pop niggas in the chest they never breathe again
Route 20 in the fitness see the streets again
Whats a man tryna wake up who cant wake up?
Back guards face straight up with kinds of make up
Cuz eveyrtime I run, scream, pop a 3-80
I hear a mother scream "Please not my baby!"
Quick as I see its you, bullets will hit you, boy
Your nobody so no one will miss you
Queens start to kickin' its too much to get through
Leave a nigga leakin' like an Indian ritual
Who wanna run up on me they get known quick
I blackout then snatch your chrome clique
Leavin' jail in '91, made Im homesick
Move Pow-Fu like a Farrakhan atonement
Raised in, caged in, let my ways spin
Face wrapped up like a Saudi Arabian

[Young Buck - Verse 4]
A country nigga still lookin' for a New York hoe
About to kill these niggas with this New York flow
Say one nigga name homie you gon' go
Do it at Hot97 so New York know
I use to listen to Jada I've never listened to Joe
I couldnt tell ya how now one of his verses go
Seen Styles and Sheek out, doin promo
I was like "What Up?" and they was like "Uh-Oh!"
I aint just get cold, see my block been hot
50 give me the word, niggas would have been popped
Fuck a interview nigga I get into you nigga
Enough hearin' 'bout what you finna do nigga

[Prodigy - Verse 5]
Murder at its best, this is rap at its finest
You can see my verse, even if you the blindest
My raps is vivid, ya bitch I hit it
All ready, yeah that's right this is spaghetti
Head mob niggas, my gun bomb niggas
Go 'head and shoot, my pistol nuke niggas When I let off the whole Earth feel the effects
I mix CD's and treat 'em like album shit
Our albums, we treat 'em like the president elections
On our champagne campaign livin' up dresses
On the dance flo' the Hennessee it flow
When you fuck with G-Unit then you gon' fuckin' blow
When you fuck with Mobb Deep, then bring some fuckin' hoes
Cuz its a gang of us and we ready to go
Cuz after the party after the party we get so drunk
We forget all about the next day hun

[Havoc - Verse 6]
Get it teflon done, AK-filled
Get your mouth blown off like the hand that feeds you
Yeah little motherfucker put the hammer in diesel
G-Unit Game Over this is only a preview
Niggas shittin' on theyself gotta rock in the huggy
The coke in the pot rise to the top like dougy
Got chicks with a ass like Buffy, yes homie trust me
Plays fuck me, kick 'em out when they try to get touchy
QB&Southside, if you wanted to Trestle
Man your man is hot, you dont wanna get next to
Like 50's beef is mine and mine is his
See this serious, motherfuckin ask them kids
Date: 27.08.2018      View: 327