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Shot Off - LudacrisMJGComposição: Indisponível(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, Im 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 its 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, yall niggaz in them bleachers(Coro: Eightball - ((x2) 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 its 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 offIm gettin hot and startin to boil, dont 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 its cheap as hot sauceEarn yo position, stop hatin beacuse you not bossM-J-G, pimp tight, Im movin yo spot offAnd I dont reach, stoppin yo plans, fucking yo plot offI go hard and I dont sheave and Im not offAnd livin on the edge rebellin Im never dropped offLike Aaron Hall, "Dont Be Afraid" bitch, call the cops off(Coro: Eightball - ((x2) 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, Im almost ten million soldIm 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 youll say, "once again, Ludacris SHIT it"Then Ill wipe this wit yo face and put yo pride in the trashMy whole career is like my video, Im showin my assI keeps it, "gangsta, gangsta!" shooters and shankstersUntil you shot off motherfuckers, Im a "thank ya, thank ya!"Runnin yo mouth behind my back until you run out of timeBut at least yo talkin lets me know some millions stay on yo mindIt aint 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 .44Youll be fallin backAnd Yacht - is what Im drinkin steady thinkin bout these pigs chasinIm bout to bring home the bacon(Coro: Eightball - ((x2) 4X))
