Leo "Swift" Morris - Shoot to k** lyrics

New York , word up , check it out Wanna let yall know why we here tonight And all the ladies, for real y'all throw it up Word up, yo why we came tonight And all the n***as, for real, word up This is real yo, why we here tonight It's on y'all, aiyo c'mon, word up It's on y'all, yo son yo... Check this sh** out This year n***as put up or get out Fore' I put the hit out Have me smack sh** out These b**h a** n***as It make em all spit out Blood and teeth Yo what the f** y'all want beef? Word up, I roll heavily in my LX 470 Pull up at all the spots Make my enemies remember me I jet from the scene Spliff in the sunset I get out ya friends and I ain't go for my gun yet Ain't no mystery Or how I came to make history Big up on behalf of all the n***as that was missin me Aiyo they feel around We laugh On how we devour guys Shower guys with lead Show em where the power lies f**in with Starang You ain't got a pot to piss in Can't stand the brain Just another new edition Taped up in the back of my man's Expedition Got you wishin you wasn't in this position Now whether you live or not is up to a Henny's say Go ahead pop sh** You gon' die anyway f**ed up in the game You wasn't f**in with lames Going against the brains like goin against the grains Chorus: Yo what's my mother f**in name? Big Will Hennyville Aiyo we shoot to k** And we won't stop until A n***a see a mill With a house on the hills Livin out in the burbs With his choice of full will Yo what's my mother f**in name? Hennyville Big Will Shoot to k** Aiyo we won't stop until A n***a see a mill With a house on the hills Takin a truckload of b**hes Back to brownsville It ain't no thang If n***as wanna bang with this And clean the clips Get it all and bring the pits Bring the miss And watch me walk off with the chip Grabbin my dick Tell a girl, blow em a kiss n***a discreetly I see you out there, see me Roll you over in the street and not go beep beep Ville still gunnin Love the look of hundreds Critic quotes Once again they've out done it House stunnin mouth runnin n***as act funny Stay or dumb dummy We just stay countin money Blessed be he In N-Y Blow smoke in the sky Till the day I die Yo I'm a villest Got' be my n***a full will If theres a problem Got this sh**s just drop some pills Or be left lumped up Rest in the dump truck Goin against the wrong side You done f**ed up I put it up for those who close to heart Wrong moves, get n***as ripped apart Chorus What's his mother f**in name Dru Ha, Dru Ha, god damn Word up word up cmon, duck down What's his mother f**in name me and J,(me and J my n***a) In the place to be,(make about a g a day) And what's his mother f**in name B.O.(B.O.biggy b-bounce) Baby bidounce, in the place to be And what's his mother f**in name (who dat) Chucky Duck, Duck in the place to be (uh huh chuck down duck down representative) Brownsville(9-8, 9-9 sh**) Sefro uh huh,(9-8, 9-9 sh**) Brownsville, word up c'mon (and it's on again word up and it's on again)