Lyrics
Shoestring's on the comeback, bust you bitches up off my threads
Motherfuckin' feds raid my shit, I put that head to bed
Been runnin' from the law, been rocking war from my hideaway
Fuck them bitches, hittin' them switches perfin' as I ride away
Be quick for pulling your piece, slip like grease and there's a deadly war
The bitches they call me Shoestring, the niggas they call me Skeletor
Walkin' up to your doorstep, creepin' up from the back bitch, the killer of your dope deal
The killer that left that package and that body in the driveway
Murdered them on a Friday
Scooped up the yeah, the pay and headed back for the highway
Put the coke on the floor, hand over the dough
My hat is cocaine white and the Feds think it's blow
So they're pullin' me over, honkies checkin' my suitcase
Somebody want to wet me up, the Feds are tryin' to set me up
Reachin' for my pistol grip, I'll pop it 'til I drop these hoes
Try to stop the click, we'll beat your shit and leave this bitch with your eyes closed
Froze, I'm creepin' up on you with that fuckin' missile
30 oz six shotgun shells, all he heard was fuckin' whistles
Fuckin' up your tissue, pack your pistol and riot pumps
This motherfucker thumps, so none of my enemies jump
So motherfuck your cookie crew the avenue be rollin' through
It's all about the money, bitch, what the fuck you wanna do?
Niggas wanna grab they balls, show they teeth like they jaws
You niggas have more periods than the motherfuckin' pussy walls
So what the fuck you talkin' 'bout? Rappin' ain't no thang to me
You buster ass bitches ain't really what you claim to be
We can throw them thangs, play the same and I'm gone bust your nose
Try to stop the click, we'll beat your shit and leave this bitch with your eyes closed
Consolidated, suckers assassinated subliminal criminology
Actually rippin' for salary, it's no formality
To be a tragedy, body rip for raggedy, dogmatically
Financially, money's the mission
Motive the means, bodies for fishin'
Intuition got me trapped like Qaddafi erasin' your posse for a hobby
Dead bodies in lobbies dealin' with the veteran
In your head like Excederin, better than medicine
Curin' viruses hard as calluses
Head wounds by 30 inch, givin' paralysis, track record like Dallas
Competition is missin', being strangled from angles
In position by magicians like mathematicians
I'm stackin' digits and figures on petty niggas
Lemon squeezin' MCs with platinum triggers
I'm deadly like storms in Arizona
I make my living on corners, by turnin' niggas into organ donors, fuck diplomas
Haven't you ever heard of a killer, we can go eye to eye
'Cause with your eyes closed is how you die
Say goodbye to the bad guy, am I my brother's keeper?
Reefa makes me creeper, hoe put him in a sleeper
So watch yourself, watch your step for these bullets?
You've seen a cop? But couldn't creep away from its death
One of my niggas died, it was his time murder ain't jokin'
Flashes and blashes reading him dead with his eyes open
Since we ain't no dummy, takin' the aim and bust him
Now the nigga was trusted, the friendship than rusted, but fuck it
I rather be behind guns than in front of bullets
Bullseye all in my face by a nigga who ain't scared to pull it
So he's drinkin' 40s prep' and curb for smoker's wishes
Open fire on snitches, killin' all the death wishes
Get the picture, I never shot a man when he was runnin'
Pistol barrel in his face so he sees all the bullets comin'
Cash in chronic or collar, informer drug holders
Bitches in love, niggas catch slugs between they shoulders
Green shit that I'm foldin' make niggas think that will hold them
But they don't wanna jack trigger with Mr. Empty, the clip
I flip on the scripture like I'm Apostle
And stick to the script, 'cause this is real nigga gospel
Until my mission's accomplished, I'm gone be hostile with a bottle
Didn't have no role model, so, I live like fuck tomorrow
The path that I chose was to roll with my OG's
Killers and creepers who never sleep or dose
Fuck with us, be leaving with your eyes closed
It's mandatory, I'm wishin' to catch a nigga like a transmission
Straight up slippin' with his eyes closed
And in my hood ain't no sightseeing
Fuck with us, who knows where you might be in
Only police gon' be lookin' after the hearse roll
And ain't no catchin' a crook, so you'll be leaving with your eyes closed
Watch your back, I'm creepin' from the blind side
Another nigga dead, another fuckin' homicide
211-187, better call for back-up
I'm a get to flyin' heads, once I load my Mac up
Crackheads crack up, bitch niggas back down
We ain't scared of shit on the north side of flip town
Dayton Avenue is where I'm from to be exact
It's all about survival, tryin' to get some more crack, right back
Before you catch a barrel to your dome, G
If you're with somebody else, then you and all your homies
Come one come all nigga ain't no hoe up in my gang
Got no time for lames, and I'm a stay the same
I'm criminally insane, givin' pain is what I do
Catchin' you in plain view, makin' sure your ass through
Money and the power, bitches in the door
Grippin' on a nickel plated 44
And you'll be leaving with your eyes closed
Who's the boy we snapped?
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Who's-, who's-, who's the boy we snapped?