K-Rock - Gunshots lyrics

Hook: Tommy Wright III Gunshots, gunshots That's all I'm hearin' is them Gunshots, gunshots Them n***as runnin' from them Gunshots, gunshots Can't go to sleep cause I hear Gunshots, gunshots Twenty four seven I hear [Blik, black, blucka] n***a back the f** up (4x) [PSK-13] I break bread, and lay my head in Southside hi-zaw Where dice games have these n***as offside shootin' If these shoot motors could talk, sh** they'll charge ya for game And hustle hatas only out to slaughter ya name PSK that ain't the factor in it, and we don't act up Blick, black, bluck n***a back the f** up Hatin' n***as gettin' dealt wit, on some cap peel sh** Bluesteel snubnose what I k** wid You know I, hold down blocks like a C-O Roll down blocks like a G-O n***a what the deal, original, down south hustla I'm still out here hustlin' That plaque ain't nuthin' playboy I strictly do business by the code ah these streets When n***as violate that same n***a see the sheets It's hell to pay the captain, and I mean that sh** partna And you can tell by the way I'm wettin' it, gunshots Hook [K-Roc] How many motherf**in' n***as out there done, heard ah K-Roc You f**in' wid a Street Smart connection now, b**h I'm on yo block Where them n***as at, hangin' out the window Get 'em, hit 'em, split 'em, *drrrr,drrrr* Pull up on the side ah the car n***a done come wid a big a** pistol b**h, b**h.. raise them motherf**in' hands like FAST! sh**, sh**.. this Street Smart click WHOOO! When a n***a wettin' come get me T I'll show these n***as what's up wid me Lock and load, put 'em in the test mode You motherf**in' hoe, oh noooo! [Tommy III] I lay my head in Memphis, where they be k**in' drug dealin' n***as get shot out chillin',takin' up smoke just to cope Wid the fact that a n***a can't survive if he don't got a gat Leave a n***a n***a flat on his back it's us Thirteen to the third power, SPC and Street Smart's in this thugs In my veins, it's cold water If ain't murder, it's manslaughter Steppin' out the door all a n***a finna hear is gunshots The time on earth gettin' shorter co*k it back and bust get buck I can't come out without it In the South yo mouth can get you k**ed A-Town, M-Town let me hear you shout it, what? Hook [Kid] Runnin' young hog n***a, you catch me buckin' n***a Screamin' ain't sayin' nuthin' they really ain't weighin' nuthin' Don't let me take my shirt off, pull my pants up No fake a** n***a, ain't tryna throw no hands up Woodrunnaz is in me n***a, got me f**ed up I smoke a sherm wid my weed n***a, n***a back the f** up! Get it, got it baby you gotta get it good We gon' blicka, blacka, blucka Blicka, blacka good [Indo-G] This is what they told me Turn around, stick 'em up, put ya f**in' hands up We in here, where's the f**in' cheese bro Optimo, plenty hoes I hustle for a livin' n***a True to what I say, ev'ryday, X'd out Sippin' tough-enex, break a n***a neck if he violate Hit the green, Remy Martin make my pupils dialate I don't give a f** about these n***as and they hoe a** ways Slap 'em wid the yawk, n***a step before I spray the K Break 'em off wid a rat-tat-tarry yo red rum and a motherf**in' alley Where I be, naw I ain't shootin' in the air I'ma plug a slug in ya a** and n***a duck and run Call the cops, call ya boy, AT&T n***a Indo-G No love no peace, no peace no love Take it to the head like a muhf**in thug Hook