Shotgun Lyrics - Blaze Ya Dead Homie

(Chorus) 

Err'ybody get your 

shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off 

Stay strapped homie this shit is about to pop off 

Me I be a G from way back in the day 

With that I don't give a fuck about your set, type mentality 

(Blaze) 

I'll shoot you in the day, like my heater stay on toast 

And Grundy build a casket for you as soon as you a ghost 

I got an itchy trigger finger and I'm scratching like a DJ 

15 shells in my pocket, who wanna see me 

Khakis stay on fold, brew ice-cold 

And my homeboy rapping to a chicken that he know 

Here come a car up the street, rolling real slow 

With a wannabe, baby G, hanging out the window 

Looking close, like he knows me 

Fuck set!, Buck shots splattered his ass all over his homies upholstery 

Trying to play me closely, but my approach be 

Buck'em all till they fall with my shotgun 

(Chorus 2x) 

Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off 

Stay strapped homie this shit is about to pop off 

Me I be a G from way back in the day 

With that I don't give a fuck about your set, type mentality 

(Anybody Killa) 

If I keep my self alive, something just might happen 

Like my gun clapping, or a motherfucker's head crackin' 

My nerves are shot, I'm sweaty and hot 

Always shaking, looking just like Michael J. Fox 

Save me, help me take me out this mind frame 

Without the choppin' on you hoes cause I'm insane 

Me and Colton be getting Grundy in the hood 

Knocking down your doorway, jacking all your goods 

Look into the barrel of my shotgun, watch yourself 

Fucking wit me, is just bad for your health 

So when you see me coming, best be thinking whether you want to live or die 

Cause my anger's increasing, so watch out 

Cause we ain't playing pimp, move the fuck over 

All up our face, acting like we know ya 

But if you really want to get that close, 

Then prepare yourself, to be filled with holes 

(Chorus 2x) 

Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off 

Stay strapped homie this shit is about to pop off 

Me I be a G from way back in the day 

With that I don't give a fuck about your set, type mentality 

(Esham) 

Sawed off shotgun and I'm about to dump 

Sippin' on some syrup, speakers on bump 

Cruising down 7 mile, cash bed of pile 

You think my shotgun won't blast, bat a thou- 

I'm all cheddar style; throw your body off Bell Isle Bridge 

Don't push me cause, I'm over the edge 

Been fell off the ledge, with a hole in my head 

Only reason Colton Grundy see me cause he been dead 

Boy I'm nothing to play with; my shotgun murdered 9 federal agents 

I kill them all ages, 

Bloodstain the front pages 

This shit is outrageous, 

Me, Blaze, and ABK need to be locked in cages 

Police been after me, I cause a catastrophe 

All because my shotgun said Blasphemy 

Now another shotgun casualty 

(Chorus 2x) 

Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off 

Stay strapped homie this shit is about to pop off 

Me I be a G from way back in the day 

With that I don't give a fuck about your set, type mentality 

(Blaze) 

4 bullets left in my pocket, I'm a madman 

Three more people wanna test me 

3 bullets left in my pocket, I'm a madman 

Two more people wanna test me 

2 bullets left in my pocket, I'm a madman 

One more person wanna test me 

1 bullets left in my pocket, I'm a madman 

Don't nobody wanna test me 

"Damn! Fuck! I ran outta muthafuckin ammo, unless you count the box of shells i got in the glove compartment!"