[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)