John Doe Lyrics - Singles - Shade Sheist

Yo, it ain't nothin' new, just a change in the name 

Sheist done came and changed the game unexplained 

Ways for days show you how to wait for your pay 

'Cause when Shade fuck up your sales, all your checks delay 

And now niggas mad 'cause Shade can pull up in a Jag 

Hands free, chaperone all gettin' the door 

And I ain't even interested in stealing your whore 

So why these niggas actin' like they wanna marry the floor? 

Like they ain't seen me breeze past all the guards at the door 

Like I'm just wearin' this jacket to be hot 

I flash the juice card, man this shit ain't hard 

And it's the same thing at the same spot, what's my name? 

It's John Doe, 4-5's spittin' up outta the four door 

No return fire 'cause they too slow 

What's the dilly? 'Cause we kill for a living 

We kill for a livin' 

It's John Doe, 4-5's spittin' up outta the four door 

No return fire 'cause they too slow 

What's the dilly? 'Cause we kill for a living 

We kill for a livin' 

They wanna know why I keep it so simple 

I see that they just don't get it like my Nextel signal 

Sheist on some other shit, Centinella gutter shit 

And cards on the table, you can hit me or split 

And see now I fucked around and got Quik on the shit 

So just imagine how many hips break when they dip 

And all the excessive paper cuts from counting the grip 

And how my legs hurt from humpin' back and forth in the whip 

At only 35, coverage is a bitch on a six 

And I ain't even got my first plaque yet 

Sheist, will still run circles over niggas who want it 

And we ain't even gotta make the bets yet, nigga what's my name? 

It's John Doe, 4-5's spittin' up outta the four door 

No return fire 'cause they too slow 

What's the dilly? 'Cause we kill for a living 

We kill for a livin' 

It's John Doe, 4-5's spittin' up outta the four door 

No return fire 'cause they too slow 

What's the dilly? 'Cause we kill for a living 

We kill for a livin' 

Throat-choke a hoe, Big Giggolo 

Pimp the world, handcuff your hoe 

Twurk your girl, when I step into the atmosphere 

Niggas strapped wit fear, uh! 

Is he is what I said he is and all 

When I pimp bitches all dick and balls 

Shade Sheist nothin' nice, new to the game 

Get your money homie, bitch what's my name? 

Hey-hey! We gon' hit these niggas where it hurt 

Put the worm in your mouth like a perch 

When I'm cum boo you gon' need a cert 

Bust one, jump in the Monte Carlo and skirt 

Give 'em naps, give 'em dap, then I holla holla back 

Hey nigga where you goin'? Boo I'm checkin' my traps 

Y'all niggas done shitted and stepped back in it 

I'll fuck a nigga up all I need is five minutes 

Swift, and I pimp hoes like it's a gift 

I got game so you know I'm 'The Answer like Allen I' 

Got your whole style shook like 'Quilles or Kobe Bry' 

While money multiply you haters ask why 

No you can't stop the pimpin' the pimpin' is too fly 

Runnin' game on yo wife while you out flossin' your ride 

But she said, if you ain't busy, or close in the vicinity 

Stop on by and come get the thighs 

It's John Doe, 4-5's spittin' up outta the four door 

No return fire 'cause they too slow 

What's the dilly? 'Cause we kill for a living 

We kill for a livin' 

It's John Doe, 4-5's spittin' up outta the four door 

No return fire 'cause they too slow 

What's the dilly? 'Cause we kill for a living 

And we hungry nigga