LOTTA SHOTS

[Intro]

He is a friend in times of need

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, in need

[Chorus 1: Mozzy]

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

[Verse 1: Mozzy]

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

[Verse 2: EST Gee]

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