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• Artiste: Mozzy
• Titre: Lotta Shots
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He is a friend in times of need Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, in need Paid the lawyer for you to free him, that was automatic Before he left em told the level four that l'Il be back Stuck your nose in niggas business, that's what got it tapped (Let the beat ride out, Ju) I'm not surprised, blood, who not a rat? ([?]) It's HGM until they smoke me, this is not a act Table full of twenty sacks, this is not a trap Quit blowin' buddy linea up if he ain't callin' back He in the spital bed thundered barely talkin' back Tell em' 'bout it, if we the problem then address it when you bee the squad I feel like Pac in '90 somethin, nigga, we the mob Ayy, ball hoggin' on that side, his homie need a job I hit the Asians when I need to mop On Pebbles, I done seen a lot, done blew my yeek a lot For any those salute me for my labor, blood, that mean a lot Stranded in the trench, ain't get to leave a lot Bleedin' block, put on for the hood you representin' how is we the opps, get 'em popped Introduce him to his maker, he don't believe in God Shake her down and break a bitch for everything she got You know it's foreign automotives when I leave the lot As far as shots was taught to keep a lot, grr I sunk a lot through my incur, she left the screen unlocked You servin' boy in a foreign, it bring the creatures out I learned the secret, how to tweak and let the demon out Still got the sweetest drop, he bought from me, then some of his teeth is out You mix the Quan' now with it, you gotta sell it fast Then call your plug right away to get a better bag And next time he sendin' Ruddy, then he better ask And send another one like this to cut the debt in half Oh, you was playin' all Madden I was sellin' bags Now the old niggas love me 'cause I sell it fast And put my phone on late at night and go put belt to ass I'm from a city where you kill 'em, shoot up his repass From Pebble Creek to Uptown, you in my world Parked on Draco, baking soda and some white girls I'm gon' spank him, ain't no thinkin' that I might spare 'em I don't mind waitin' I'm so patient that it might scare 'em Niggas can't talk to me directly, I'm a made man For rap money, I got paid at the Day's Inn I count that body 'fore he check his, he was brain dead The news came on, his mama was cryin' with his granny now I did more for grown men than they daddy did And taught 'em lessons like there'll never be no tattle tale I can't forgive him if he rat cause he'll rat again The streets need a reset, get back to crack again