Shot Caller Lyrics - Mc Ren

[ verse 1: mc ren ] 

Niggas in the hood lookin at me crazy 

Tellin niggas like they wanna fuck my old lady 

Same fuckin shit every day at 8 o'clock 

Nigga, start my day off raisin off the cock 

I throw the khakis on, with the t-shirt 

Never knowin when a nigga might hit the dirt 

I'm thinkin, how in the fuck can I get high quicker 

Mix the blunt with some muthafuckin malt liquor 

These niggas that I love, I don't trust em, but I stay close to em 

In case I gotta do em 

We from the same set, but that don't mean shit no mo' 

I be premeditatin with the .44 (.44) 

My hoe be tellin a nigga to peel they caps back 

Cause I know where them niggas hide they shit at 

Shit be on my mind, return a shot call 

Broke as fuck, it's about to get hot, y'all 

[ chorus: big rocc ] 

Niggas starvin while you're home with the mills 

Niggas killin while you're doin dope deals 

Out flossin, throwin 100 $ bills 

Time to set yo ass up for the kill 

Death of a shot caller, who can you trust? 

It might be your number 1 nigga that bust 

A cap, he's the next one to take charge 

Smoke him and his bitch in his backyard 

[ verse 2: mc ren ] 

A nigga's sittin on the curb 

Hear that nigga come bumpin with the suburb 

Got my niggas on point, same niggas he be fuckin hoes with 

And rollin up the blunts when he wanna get lit 

Homie, when that nigga put the mutahfucka in park? 

That's the signal, little nigga, pump 3 in his heart 

Don't feel shit, cause it's real shit, he a bitch 

Niggas in the hood doin bad while he gettin rich 

Off this shit we be killin niggas fo' 

Can't make a move less this muthafucka say so 

Nigga, fuck that, I'm runnin this shit 

I'ma look him in his eyes when his punk-ass gettin hit 

But if you miss, nigga, i'ma kill you 

Cause if he get away, muthafucka, then we all through 

Fuck 3 shots, nigga, add 2 

And handle what the fuck you gotta do 

Kill the shot caller 

Man, you know we been smokin niggas for this muthafucka 

This nigga ain't paid us shit, man 

(I know, dog) 

Hold up, hold up, hold up, dog 

Man, gimme the gat, I - damn 

Hey nigga, you got my muthafuckin money? 

Nigga, fuck yo money, nigga 

No nigga, fuck you 

( *shots* ) 

Oh shit, oh shit... 

Damn! 

[ verse 3: tha chill ] 

These o.g.'s got me twisted like twizzler 

Got me heated and hot, and all I'm thinkin is killin ya 

Peelin ya cap back, like starter, fool 

I'm comin to get you niggas off my block, so I pack a full 

Glock with big slugs, and you know I buck no doubs 

Cause you know a nigga steelo, how I did them fools a week ago 

One week passed, I'm hearin you wanna wet us 

When you see ren, rocc, tha chill, you're puttin on the jetters 

What the fuck? these niggas tryin to bust on me? 

So I'm cockin up the can and ready to make them do some gas 

And do some flippin, and all that 

Cause niggas out here shot call, get they ass jacked 

And that's the main fact, big payback for you punk muthafucks 

Disrespectin the crew, it's mandatory that I buck 

Ass down from comptown, mr. shot caller 

Gonna be a fast faller if he ain't a fast talker 

Fast walker, or better yet better be a fast runner 

Chill on the scope with the cannon, finna gun ya 

Dumpin 9 to the gut like "nigga, what? " 

This ol' b.g. big baller, fuck the muthafuckin shot caller 

[ chorus ]