It Ain't Over Lyrics - Mr. Shadow

[Mr. Shadow] 

Shadow and Trigonom 

Killin' that ass like anthrax, bitch 

Ain't no tellin' when we gonna hit 

Hahaha, yeah, check it out 

I'll make your head snap back 

Helmets get crack in the back house 

We smoke out 'till you black out 

That's how we do it out here 

Cats try but they don't come near 

Stand clear out the way 

I ain't stoppin' or slowing down 

Where's this so called king of rap, I'll snatch his crown 

Clowns talk loud but ain't down for their own shit 

Their life wasn't opened booked and I closed it 

The world knows ain't know one sicka 

Then Shadow and Trigonom, we drop bombs 

Calm and collective, you get affected 

Around me and my dawgs, you get neglected 

Necklaces, bracletes, and watches, relentless 

Give a fuck if somebody's watchin' 

I'm +Born Without A Konscience+, smooth and cautious 

Prowl through your block and put an end to this nonsence 

[Chorus: Mr. Shadow - repeat 2X] 

I don't know what they told you, bitch I'm a soldier 

You'll never find me sober, it ain't over 'till it's over - yeah 

Yeah, all my soldiers get your march on 

Shit, ain't no stoppin' in this bitch 

Shadow with my dawg Triga 

Fuckin' bomb like a nomm 

[Trigonometry] 

Even in the day you'll find them dark spots 

Shadows'...the reason they avoid them dark blocks 

The Untouchable...motherfuckers with the small pox 

Step in to the place and watch they fuckin' jaws drop 

That's the families of the last fools that wanted them dead 

The last thing they said was "Here come them baldheads" 

It ain't fair but it's reality 

Nothin but drugs, slugs, and causalities, that's police mentality 

Tell me, how would you handle this 

They pulled out they sticks, I pulled out my dick 

Trigonom packin' much power 

Tell your gang they'll have to jump me in for half an hour 

And I'm still standing, respect we demanding 

Oh, you got a gat, bitch I got this fucking cannon 

But I'll have more fun just leaving you neck strangeled 

Kinda insane though, rollin' with this cat from Diego 

[Chorus] 

[Trigonometry] 

Got that additude, like we don't give a fuck (WHAT) 

You'll need a brain, I drive in to your house with my truck (WHAT) 

Puffin' on this stuff makes me even meaner 

A couple felonies can't even count the misdemeanors 

All through the streets you hear is names on they lips 

But Shadow after this they better call you eclipse (why) 

Cause you hittin' big plus outta Trigg 

Aw naw, the reason that they nerves a call 

[Mr. Shadow] 

Do the math young cat to us your all kittens 

Diego to Oxnard we hard hittin' 

Switching in and out of the car pool lane 

Puffin' on something purple, takin' it to the brain 

See I stay at a level your ass can't reach 

If you don't want trouble don't open your beak 

You get treatment, looks can be decievein' 

Trigonom and the Don bitch believin' 

[Chorus] - 4X