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Текст песни Eightball and MJG f Ludacris - Shot Off

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[Intro: Eightball]He he he, yeeah[Verse 1: Eightball]What kind of nigga always run his mouth like a hoeLike his jaw got a battery, this nigga always knowWho got robbed, got shot, who got put on lockNobody invited you and still you got up in the spotMe, I`m not a witness, keep my distance, mind my businessYou, somebody talk, you in they mouth like a dentistWe keep it gangsta, mommas love it cause they know it`s realLike UGK, "we keeps it real" mobbin` through the fieldBig Ball, Fatboy, unload heat when my brain spillYou for it, images without no coke connect pillsWe keep it crunk and poppin` real niggaz know the dealWe Bad Boys, anywhere we at we smoke and killYou try to stop it, get yo` shit broke up in twenty piecesWe roll deep in brand new vehicles wit secret featuresGame preachers move yo` pimpin` for you mamasitasWe players on the field, y`all niggaz in them bleachers[Chorus: Eightball] - (Repeat 2X)You talkin` down behind my back (uh) you done shot off niggaFifty, four or twenty sack, you done shot off niggaIf you fly and got a gun (uh) when the drama come, you run (uh)You know what you just done, you done shot off nigga[Verse 2: MJG]Man, come on now, you done shot off just like Mike Davis lost a knockoffOr his tight-ass shirt when the button pop offYou standin` it`s snowin` you got yo` shoes and socks onWho holds the key? No fucking bout it, I broke the lock offI grew the top off, took the comma, period, dot offAnd ran on wit it and broke you a whole lot offI`m gettin` hot and startin` to boil, don`t turn the pot offYou just affected wit it, pimpin` yo, get yo` rocks offRelease some pressure, stop all that cryin` and wipe ya snot offExcuses you be usin` for losin` it`s cheap as hot sauceEarn yo` position, stop hatin` beacuse you not bossM-J-G, pimp tight, I`m movin` yo` spot offAnd I don`t reach, stoppin` yo` plans, fucking yo` plot offI go hard and I don`t sheave and I`m not offAnd livin` on the edge rebellin` I`m never dropped offLike Aaron Hall, "Don`t Be Afraid" bitch, call the cops off[Chorus: Eightball] - (Repeat 2X)[Verse 3: Ludacris]Now you can either check yo` ego at the do` (door) or let the drama unfoldAnd check my Rap Sheet, BITCH, I`m almost ten million soldI`m only rappin` cause I want to, I got enough plaquesNeedless to say, my favorite rappers told me to get on this trackAnd so I DID it, quickly wrote my sixteen down and SPIT itBy the end of the verse you`ll say, "once again, Ludacris SHIT it"Then I`ll wipe this wit yo` face and put yo` pride in the trashMy whole career is like my video, I`m showin` my assI keeps it, "gangsta, gangsta!" shooters and shankstersUntil you shot off motherfuckers, I`m a "thank ya, thank ya!"Runnin` yo` mouth behind my back until you run out of timeBut at least yo` talkin` let`s me know some millions stay on yo` mindIt ain`t nothin` wrong wit thatTell em grabbin` the thang and then I put it to yo` brainAnd change everything you ever hope fo` (for) wit the .44You`ll be fallin` backAnd Yacht - is what I`m drinkin` steady thinkin` bout these pinks chasin`I`m bout to bring home the bacon[Chorus: Eightball] - (Repeat 4X)

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