Ty Fyffe - One Shot k** lyrics

Uh, the shoota! Uh, uh.. [Jayo Felony] Yeah, caught em slippin tryin to order a burrito Then I f**ed up his stealo n***a you know that we low I left him shorter than Skealo (?) wasn't bangin Wasn't his brains wasn't hangin And the next song you'll hear will be choir sangin He think he scared now but see that n***a been afraid Yo pops bust a nut in ya moms in sixty seconds ya +Minute Maid+ It's loco n***a, we keep comin wit heat Boy I keep my sh** nappin like Leo on Beach Street I'm used to to never miss cus I got em on heat seak Like Biggie said I'm the n***a that mixed the weed with the meak leak It's in my teams to keep comin wicked The (?) sniper, for some reason I don't get tickets Bullet Loc I only spit that top dolla sh** I'm on that pimp of your bay area pop ya colla sh** What did y'all ever think that you can blow against me? I'm the grain how the hell you think that you can go against me? [Chorus](4x) I'm the shoota.. One shot k**! [Jayo Felony] I'm the do', f** up your flow like the beat off Hit ya b**h while she smellin my dick and skeet off In the nostral, I'm quick to make em all like cows Keep em hostile, cus n***as over here got styles I don't play with these, I smoke em to get away with these Try me please; all MCs get bent like knees To my homies in the pen, my loved ones If it don't get done with five fingas then don't get done I'm quiet and calm and I might give you some dat What I'm really thinkin in my mind is "n***a, you can't rap" I carry songs like straps you know I'm quick to touch and scream "f** a hit" cus I got more spit than Sylvester Hit a tragic with an automatic make you breath like an asthmatic Static, what's that? That sh** that get up in my fabric? Uh, while you lazy n***as let time pa** I'm in Tahiti with my b**h let go when against I'm up her a** [Chorus](4x) I'm the shoota.. One shot k**! [Jayo Felony] Always talkin about you jackin, n***a SHUT UP! I got b**hes on my team that can squab and rob betta The clutch hitta, and I ain't never been much of a quitta The type of cat that would put your f**in face in my litta They wanna test, but they know they'll get smack and sh** My aim Deadly my middle name Accurate I might spit on a n***a from far away outta spite My eye on you like CBS you're never +Out of Sight+ Right before you hit the corner, I shoot you there Too small to sit at my table, you need a booster chair And you'll never ever hear a n***a say I don't like'im Cus if I don't like'im I quickly Wesley Snipe'im It's Peer Pressure n***a, and I talk to models You couldn't see me with bifocals the size of Coke bottles You a rapper, but MC's flow it the best You heard it from me n***a, fu*k the rest! [Chorus](4x) I'm the shoota.. One shot k**