Shooter Lyrics - Tha Carter Ii - Lil Wayne

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

Weezy baby y'all, don't get shy 

Rapid fire, what you know about it 

I brought my homie along for the ride 

He strapped, he came here to come out the barrel, ride 

I heard some shouts like "Down on the floor" 

Then even louder we got shooters, shooter 

I turn around, I was starin' at chrome 

Shotgun watches door, got security good 

Jumped right over counter 

Pointed gun at, wink, he tell her 

I'm your shooter, shooter, shooter 

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My hands up, my hands up 

They want me with my hands up 

Oh, shooter 

My hands up, my hands up 

They want me with my hands up 

Oh, shooter 

I think they want me to surrender 

But no, no-no, I can't do it 

Come on, they want me to surrender 

But no, I can't do it 

Get 'em, yeah 

So many doubt 'cause I come from the South 

But when I open up my mouth, all bullets come out 

Bang! die bitch nigga die, I hope you bleed a lake 

I'mma play x-ray, helpin' y'all see the fake 

I'm just tryin' to be the great, tryin' to get a piece of cake 

Take it offa your plate, eat it right in your face 

They got a whole lot to say but I don't listen 

Call me automatic Weezy bitch I keep spittin', pow 

Photos 

With all these bitches and, all these bitches 

But ain't no loaners around 

They thinkin' about shooters that-shooters that 

Guns-girls-ladies that-gunners that 

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shooter 

Put my hands up 

They want me with my hands up 

Oh, shooter 

But I'm not 

I just cry mama, I think they 

Me think they want me to surrender (Shooter) 

Hey, and to the radio stations, I'm tired of being patient 

Stop bein' rapper racists, region haters 

Spectators, dictators, behind door dick takers 

It's outrageous, you don't know how sick you make us 

I want to throw up like chips in Vegas 

But this is Southern face it 

If we too simple then y'all don't get the basics 

Lady walks into a shotgun surprise 

Dropped to her knees saw her life before her eyes 

He said "Bitch is gonna get it", everybody gon' regret it 

I'm your, shooter 

My hands up, my hands up 

They want me with my hands up 

Oh, shooter 

My hands up, my hands up 

They want me with my hands up 

Oh, shooter 

Sock soakin' wet I been runnin' y'all 

I reload, every hundred yards I'm comin' forward 

Better know me, Lil Wayne just call me Lord 

Hard, take pain like Tylenols, raw 

Way past par, for, I'm some shit you never saw 

I take you to the shootout baby win, lose or draw 

And then they ask who, when, where, how 

And, my reply was simply pow! 

Mama, I think they, hey, me think they want me to surrender, no, no 

I'm singing mama, I think they, hey, 

me think they want me to surrender, no, no, no 

No, me won't surrender, no, no 

I promise no surrender 

I got my burner 

And I'm your shooter