Shottas

[Intro: Cham]

Wah-rah! T-Pain, ya boy Cham

Wah-rah! Blaze it up unda'

Cham ya hear me? Fire, fire, rah!

Fire, fire..

Yo, yo, yo

[Verse 1: T-Pain]

Number one shotta

Bad man make the girls shake like maracas

M-16 bust and take your whole top off

Real deal 'ear me now don't fuck with the knockoff

Push it to the limit I receive in the dropoff

Ah-ha, no

Pop it off for the 8-5... oh

More fire! Let the flow the stick... blow

{?} Realla-dealla-gonna-trinity-gilla-woyyyyyyyy {?}

[Hook: T-Pain]

They just don't bother me noooo

As I pop it off for the 8-5-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Uh-oh-uh-oh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh-oh

Uh-oh-oh, uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh

Me say jump! Me say stop!

Pop! Rrrah! Rrrah! Rrrah!

Rrrah! Rrrah! Rrrah! Rrrah!

Pop it off for the 8-5-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

[Verse 2: Kardinal Offishall]

Bad boy Kardinal, leader of de session

Black GS pop it if we need an intervention

Murder all these little soundbwoys in succession

Niggas ain't eatin'; it's a Konvict procession

Gettin' paid to shut down the show is my profession

Fuck keepin' it easy I am not about aggression

Approach if you want but use your discretion

When I crush rappers careers they get left inna depression

You betta stand clear when the mic's in my possession

And I bust every year cause that's my obsession

It's all T, Don T-Pain, Kardinal expression

Black J's fire like a black Smith & Wesson

Ya dead mon!

[Hook: T-Pain]

They just don't bother me noooo

As I pop it off for the 8-5-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Uh-oh-uh-oh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh-oh

Uh-oh-oh, uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh

Me say jump! Me say stop!

Pop! Rrrah! Rrrah! Rrrah!

Rrrah! Rrrah! Rrrah! Rrrah!

Pop it off for the 8-5-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

[Verse 3: Cham]

Bust it in the ear, make dem 'ear pom pom!

Policeman dem here, we no kyare, pom pom!

Pop it off and bust it over here pom pom!

Let them 'ear pom pom! Let them 'ear pom pom! Rrahh!

You see me comin' man, better get runnin' man

Cause when you see me, you gon' see me with my gun in hand

Don't be a dummy man, we makin' money man

Boy we keep it gully, gully, gully

Tell dem fools dem need to just shut up

Row-knee or Informer boys get beat up

Keep on chantin' and we kick your two nut up

Find you inna pieces your whole body cut up

Yo king shut up, scared bwoy this how get done up

Tough to argue, know dis lift your son up

Forty-five caliber will make your skin burn up

Make your skin burn up, make your skin burn up

[Hook]

They just don't bother me noooo

As I pop it off for the 8-5-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Uh-oh-uh-oh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh-oh

Uh-oh-oh, uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh

Me say jump! Me say stop!

Pop! Rrrah! Rrrah! Rrrah!

Rrrah! Rrrah! Rrrah! Rrrah!

Pop it off for the 8-5-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh