200 Shots
You ever see a nigga walk away from 200 shots?
And they don't even know who did it, got too many Opps
(That boy is not gettin' up)
You ever seen a nigga walk away from 200 shots? (Nah)
And they don't even know who did it, man that boy got too many Opps
Playin' games, spinner top, spin'd too many blocks (too many blocks)
Send that boy to the morgue, he don't need a doc (nah)
Why they send a couple shots, man we send a lot (we send a lot)
You tryna live a thug life like 2 Pac? (I see you)
Thuggin' in yo baby momma car, got yo boo shot
Caught him at the light and shot him just like 2 Pac
Ok, yeah... oh, you the new Pac?
Once you go to heaven, nigga say wassup to 2pac
Put'chu on stage like MJ, and we spinnin' you
I could give a signal, have yo own people mixing you (Done)
Say my name in a verse, you'll be a victim too
Nigga all raps wack, who the fuck dissing you?
You wanna have yo momma crying cuz she missing you?
If you don't wanna be a pack, you better listen, dude
I made the thru the same struggle that you living thru
I did it all by myself, why mention you?
I made a killing with the work, that's what the kitchen do
I be in a whole lot of shit you never been into
Choppa get to chopping up shit like a blender do
His man's got dropped, he started snitching, that's what bitches do
If you see me right now, what you finna do?
I could up the pistol right now, split yo wig in two
I don't care if he gotta son, I got kids too
...and when they grow up, they gon probably split wigs too
Miss me with that work shit, nigga we bosses
All these blues, I might fuck around and start C walkin'
If we ever cross paths, you better keep walking'
Streets cold, that's why I walk around heat sparkin'
Think we play for Atlanta, how we keep hawkin'
Aye, I ain't gotta say shit, just keep talkin'
You ever seen a nigga walk away from 200 shots? (Not really)
And they don't even know who did it, man that boy got too many Opps
(You gotta luv dat)
Playin' games, spinner top, spin'd too many blocks
Send that boy to the morgue, he don't need a doc (he dont need a doc)
Why they send a couple shots, man we send a lot (we send a lot)
You tryna live a thug life like 2 Pac? (Okay)
Thuggin' in yo baby momma car, got yo boo shot (Damn)
Caught him at the light and shot him just like 2 Pac (Did hem dirty)
Aye, why these niggas acting like a bully?
Clutchin' on my strap, I almost shot this nigga thru my hoody
Damn, I think I shot this nigga out his hoody
Ha... shit, now I'm looking like a bully
Slidin' all thru they hoody, where these niggas at (where they at?)
Pull up wherever they be at like 'Fix A Flat'
Spin the block one mo gain, where them niggas at
Pull up wherever they be at, like 'Fix A Flat'
You ever seen a nigga walk away from 200 shots? (Nah)
And they don't even know who did it, man that boy got too many Opps
Playin' games, spinner top, spin'd too many blocks (Woooo)
Send that boy to the morgue, he don't need a doc (he dont need a dat)
Why they send a couple shots, man we send a lot (why they do dat?)
You tryna live a thug life like 2 Pac? (We see you)
Thuggin' in yo baby momma car, got yo boo shot (We see you)
Caught him at the light and shot him just like 2 Pac (Yeah)
And they don't even know who did it, got too many Opps
(That boy is not gettin' up)
You ever seen a nigga walk away from 200 shots? (Nah)
And they don't even know who did it, man that boy got too many Opps
Playin' games, spinner top, spin'd too many blocks (too many blocks)
Send that boy to the morgue, he don't need a doc (nah)
Why they send a couple shots, man we send a lot (we send a lot)
You tryna live a thug life like 2 Pac? (I see you)
Thuggin' in yo baby momma car, got yo boo shot
Caught him at the light and shot him just like 2 Pac
Ok, yeah... oh, you the new Pac?
Once you go to heaven, nigga say wassup to 2pac
Put'chu on stage like MJ, and we spinnin' you
I could give a signal, have yo own people mixing you (Done)
Say my name in a verse, you'll be a victim too
Nigga all raps wack, who the fuck dissing you?
You wanna have yo momma crying cuz she missing you?
If you don't wanna be a pack, you better listen, dude
I made the thru the same struggle that you living thru
I did it all by myself, why mention you?
I made a killing with the work, that's what the kitchen do
I be in a whole lot of shit you never been into
Choppa get to chopping up shit like a blender do
His man's got dropped, he started snitching, that's what bitches do
If you see me right now, what you finna do?
I could up the pistol right now, split yo wig in two
I don't care if he gotta son, I got kids too
...and when they grow up, they gon probably split wigs too
Miss me with that work shit, nigga we bosses
All these blues, I might fuck around and start C walkin'
If we ever cross paths, you better keep walking'
Streets cold, that's why I walk around heat sparkin'
Think we play for Atlanta, how we keep hawkin'
Aye, I ain't gotta say shit, just keep talkin'
You ever seen a nigga walk away from 200 shots? (Not really)
And they don't even know who did it, man that boy got too many Opps
(You gotta luv dat)
Playin' games, spinner top, spin'd too many blocks
Send that boy to the morgue, he don't need a doc (he dont need a doc)
Why they send a couple shots, man we send a lot (we send a lot)
You tryna live a thug life like 2 Pac? (Okay)
Thuggin' in yo baby momma car, got yo boo shot (Damn)
Caught him at the light and shot him just like 2 Pac (Did hem dirty)
Aye, why these niggas acting like a bully?
Clutchin' on my strap, I almost shot this nigga thru my hoody
Damn, I think I shot this nigga out his hoody
Ha... shit, now I'm looking like a bully
Slidin' all thru they hoody, where these niggas at (where they at?)
Pull up wherever they be at like 'Fix A Flat'
Spin the block one mo gain, where them niggas at
Pull up wherever they be at, like 'Fix A Flat'
You ever seen a nigga walk away from 200 shots? (Nah)
And they don't even know who did it, man that boy got too many Opps
Playin' games, spinner top, spin'd too many blocks (Woooo)
Send that boy to the morgue, he don't need a doc (he dont need a dat)
Why they send a couple shots, man we send a lot (why they do dat?)
You tryna live a thug life like 2 Pac? (We see you)
Thuggin' in yo baby momma car, got yo boo shot (We see you)
Caught him at the light and shot him just like 2 Pac (Yeah)
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Writer(s): Corey Dennis
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