Shoot To Kill lyrics

Song information

Artist: Originoo Gunn Clapazz
Album: M-Pire Strikez Back

Lyrics

New york , word up , check it out
Wanna let yall know why we here tonight
And all the ladies, for real y'all throw it up
Word up, yo why we came tonight
And all the niggas, for real, word up
This is real yo, why we here tonight
It's on y'all, aiyo c'mon, word up
It's on y'all, yo son yo..

Check this shit out
This year niggas put up or get out
Fore' I put the hit out
Have me smack shit out
These bitch ass niggas
It make em all spit out
Blood and teeth
Yo what the fuck y'all want beef?
Word up, I roll heavily in my lx 470
Pull up at all the spots
Make my enemies remember me
I jet from the scene
Spliff in the sunset
I get out ya friends and I ain't go for my gun yet
Ain't no mystery
Or how I came to make history
Big up on behalf of all the niggas that was missin me
Aiyo they feel around
We laugh
On how we devour guys
Shower guys with lead
Show em where the power lies
Fuckin with starang
You ain't got a pot to piss in
Can't stand the brain
Just another new edition
Taped up in the back of my man's expedition
Got you wishin you wasn't in this position
Now whether you live or not is up to a henny's say
Go ahead pop shit
You gon' die anyway
Fucked up in the game
You wasn't fuckin with lames
Going against the brains like goin against the grains

Chorus:
Yo what's my mother fuckin name?
Big will
Hennyville
Aiyo we shoot to kill
And we won't stop until
A nigga see a mill
With a house on the hills
Livin out in the burbs
With his choice of full will

Yo what's my mother fuckin name?
Hennyville
Big will
Shoot to kill
Aiyo we won't stop until
A nigga see a mill
With a house on the hills
Takin a truckload of bitches
Back to brownsville

It ain't no thang
If niggas wanna bang with this
And clean the clips
Get it all and bring the pits
Bring the miss
And watch me walk off with the chip
Grabbin my dick
Tell a girl, blow em a kiss
Nigga discreetly
I see you out there, see me
Roll you over in the street and not go beep beep
Ville still gunnin
Love the look of hundreds
Critic quotes
Once again they've out done it
House stunnin mouth runnin niggas act funny
Stay or dumb dummy
We just stay countin money
Blessed be he
In n-y
Blow smoke in the sky
Till the day I die
Yo I'm a villest
Got' be my nigga full will
If theres a problem
Got this shits just drop some pills
Or be left lumped up
Rest in the dump truck
Goin against the wrong side
You done fucked up
I put it up for those who close to heart
Wrong moves, get niggas ripped apart

Chorus

What's his mother fuckin name
Dru ha, dru ha, god damn
Word up word up cmon, duck down
What's his mother fuckin name me and j,(me and j my nigga)
In the place to be,(make about a g a day)
And what's his mother fuckin name b.o.(b.o.biggy b-bounce)
Baby bidounce, in the place to be
And what's his mother fuckin name
(Who dat) chucky duck, duck in the place to be
(Uh huh chuck down duck down representative)
Brownsville(9-8, 9-9 shit) sefro uh huh,(9-8, 9-9 shit)
Brownsville, word up c'mon
(And it's on again word up and it's on again)