[Intro: Father & Cuba Gooding Jr]
Ok, shoot a n***a in dick, k** a n***a and his b**h. (Ricky!)
Talkin' all that sh**
Shoot a n***a in his dick
Shoot a n***a and his b**h
Then shoot his motherf**in' kids
[Hook: Father]
Yeah, Where your shooters at? (x4)
Talkin' all that sh**
Shoot a n***a in his dick
Then k** his motherf**in' kids
Then I k** his motherf**in' b**h
Yeah, Where your shooters at? (x4)
[Verse 1: Lord Narf]
I bet ya, I bet ya, I bet ya never met a bih, that be talking all that sh**
But be backing up that lip, on this dick and with a clip
Henny bound we don't sip
When he round watch your sh**
I mean squad got hands and sh**
But we want your bands and sh**
We be posted in my circle
Boy don't try us like no Urkel (cha, cha, cha)
My gun will twerk you
Boy I f**ed up when I lurked you
Now I'm aiming at the dick
Boy I'm aiming at your b**h
And I might not shoot your kids
Get my belt and whoop your kids, Yeah
[Interlude: Father]
Talk my sh**, like
Where your shooters at? (x3)
I can talk my sh** 'cuz n***a
Don't see your shooters yeah
Where your shooters at? (x2)
[Hook]
Talkin' all that sh**
Shoot a n***a in his dick
Then k** his motherf**in' kids
Then I k** his motherf**in' b**h
Yeah, Where your shooters at? (x4)
[Verse 2: Ethereal]
Where your shooters lil n***a?
Who your fooling lil n***a?
You ain't scaring me with that BB gun
That lil sh** we shoot that for fun
And my clip long like the Silversun
Don't make us ruin all your summer fun
Awful reckless, n***a check our records
'Cuz he our here talking hella reckless
I don't want you little plastic n***as
But the plastic cards you can give me that
And the blue faces, n***a give me that
And I got your girl, want a hundred stacks n***a
[Interlude: Father]
Talk my sh**, like
Where your shooters at? (x3)
I can talk my sh** 'cuz n***a
Don't see your shooters yeah
Where your shooters at? (x2)
[Hook]
Talkin' all that sh**
Shoot a n***a in his dick
Then k** his motherf**in' kids
Then I k** his motherf**in' b**h
Yeah, Where your shooters at? (x4)