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• Artiste: Shaggy 2 Dope
• Titre: They Shootin'
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(feat. Violent J) [rapid gunshots] A bullet ran through my window and shot my clock I ran out on the front porch and stood there shocked They all out here shootin' up and down the street I joined in on the action and blast my heat Ratt-attat automatic, attacking sporadic Shot two more hoods, and a stray crack addict I took time to reload, as guns explode Bodies and bloodstains all over the road I called the Police, he came with sirens Pulled up on the lawn, and saw me and started firin' I barely escaped, I ain't seen this comin' But everywhere I turn in the city, they gunnin' all out [Chorus: x2] They Shootin! They shootin' bullets at my fuckin' head! They Shootin! I said They shootin' bullets my motherfuckin' head! They all mad! Ba-ba-bam-ba-ba-bam-ba-ba-ba-bam People all on they roofs, runnin' and shootin' each other Your wife, your mother, your brother, any motherfucker Guns out and blast! It's all in the air Random bullets wizzing offa shit everywhere I shot a bitch in the earhole, I'm under the curse Old ladies and priest shoot it out in the Church I'm shot twice in the leg, but I'm all the way alive If this is Armageddon, then fuck it, Imma survive Two clips, a 45, and double barrel Mossberg Aimin' straight for their chests, fuckin' tossed nerds Everyone's armed, with the intention of harm Fuckin' do not remain calm Sound the alarm! [Chorus: x2] They Shootin! They shootin' bullets at my fuckin' head! They Shootin! I said They shootin' bullets my motherfuckin' head! They all mad! Ba-ba-bam-ba-ba-bam-ba-ba-ba-bam I felt a pellet gun plug me in the back of the neck I little kid with red eyes, I blast it on back All lights been shot out, it's dark out here Listen to the hollowpoints whistle through the air No two people seen workin' together As soon as they load up, they blast on each other I'm dumpin' on anybody movin' at all I'm wounded, hidin' in the back of a strip mall The nights get quieter as time moves on Less people alive, nobody moves at dawn Anyone caught slippin' gets picked off quick The world's goin' on some pissed off shit [Chorus: x2] They Shootin! They shootin' bullets at my fuckin' head! They Shootin! I said They shootin' bullets my motherfuckin' head! They all mad! Ba-ba-bam-ba-ba-bam-ba-ba-ba-bam [single gunshot]