D-Block – Shoot a n#gg# Lyrics
Artist: D-Block
Song: Shoot a n#gg#
Ayo shoot a n#gg# in his mouth f#ck the rapping
Glock with the double action, get to bucking and clapping
f#ck with Buck it’s gon’ happen, I ain’t bluffing or {?}
Get to ducking and dashing, ’cause ain’t no running {?}
The streets have turned me into a motherf#cking assasin
I run up in your crib for the {?} tuck in your stashing
Up in your cabinets, and I’m flipping over your coach, I’m gripping your ?C?
n#gg# hand over them out since I’m going in for the kill
Aim at your throat or your grill, I’m loaded with steel
Go ‘head, provoke me, I will
Have your block look similar to a scene from Private Ryan
All you see is n#gg#s dying, choppers and {?} flying
Straw {?} from my name n#gg#, doing my thang n#gg#
Connects still importing the kane n#gg#
O.T. somewhere {?} n#gg#, hustling to gain n#gg#
Been to the struggle and pain n#gg#
All black tahoe, switching the lanes n#gg#
Ryde or Die motto, I gеt what I can n#gg#
Grade A coke ’bout as white as thе sand n#gg#
Got it for your kilos, ounces and grams n#gg#s
S-T {?} one in the chain n#gg#
I don’t mean cool when I say you can hang n#gg#
Snitching ain’t part of the game n#gg#
Bodies I deem missing part of their brains n#gg#, it’s Arliss
If it come out his face wrong
Right in his face with the {?}
With slugs the size of acorns
To come to his wake
Dressed in black with the gauge drawn
Shoot a n#gg#!
Shoot a n#gg#!
Shoot a n#gg#!
(Slugs the size of acorns
To show up at his wake
Dressed in black with the gauge drawn)
Shoot a n#gg#!
King of New York, get it popped like Arty Clay
All about a penny dog, you can learn the harder way
Don’t say sh#t, don’t believe me, let the Llama spray
Bully hit n#gg#s close range or a mile away
?Dirty ol’? six shot shooter
Stay with them big toys, call them block moves
Good with the {?}, better with the Ruger
I’m all about my money dog, let that not fool ya
Uh, I live what I speak, you can put my word on it
Only thing I want {?}
Go hard every track, always spit superb on it
{?} Bully got the birds on it
If the money ain’t comin in lumpsums
I swear to God get your teeth and gums ready for dum dums
Whoever think they the king, come f#ck with the spade ace
Always busting a clip, leave with a sprayed face
Ain’t finish the job, kill you during bedrest
Red S550, real {?}, move real slow
It’s big guns in the headrest
Let a bullet rip in your scalp, let you die, piss in your mouth
See what the riff is about
Pick a straw I got a bully to buck you
Or a n#gg# that came home from 20 in and he ready to f#ck you
Boss, at the desk with the siamese cats
Kill you uncut {?} from the chinese cats
Ghost, no telling where you find me at
Behind the trigger of some sh#t that get your mind pushed back
If it come out his face wrong
Right in his face with the {?}
With slugs the size of acorns
To come to his wake
Dressed in black with the gauge drawn
Shoot a n#gg#!
Shoot a n#gg#!
Shoot a n#gg#!
(Slugs the size of acorns
To show up at his wake
Dressed in black with the gauge drawn)
Shoot a n#gg#!
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Release Year: 2008