Duela - Shoot em lyrics

[Intro] Stand back , stand back, stan-sta-sta-sta-stand back Make a way for this kid , I'm talking about duela . You know .. T His kid was born to rap One time for the n******gs holding it down in the westside Never letting the media control your mind , it's a Stakeout and sh**. Word [Hook] Things sort of started changing I saw they started hating And I ain't gonna stop, I told my self I'ma give it one shot while they aiming Dead ; die they lying brainless Engraved Bullets for all my haters Shoot em all down, Shoot em all down.. Shoot em all down , move em all out [Verse 1] I started from the bottom , here I am now Exposing all my structures, got a plan now All the n******gs I looked up to are my fans how? I'm at the top of the game like I live in the penthouse Perfect height for a sniper I'm aiming move out! That red dot on your cranium I'm about to pull now Take cover and dive before I scatter cerebelum I'll never miss at em, i got the target i shoot now That's me taking shots at the media Ambulances are fleeing now Putting verse on speed dial .. Paramedics , are searching for bodies Hacking the lobby, and speculating the felon As I just nip down The nearest arsenal, to reload Explosive flows on the river bank yow! ..This is the reason , I got spotted in the game I'm a victim of a planed 187 plot , yeah [Verse 2] Damage my reputation, and act like I been a maniac Back with a mac and I blast, back on they blogs and traces Fast like I'm barry allan, you harrison acting patient ,while Placing plots and inflating your powers , to stand against me Old school rap with them Biggies and pacs ..them, Jiggas and Nas Afrika Bambatha art I'm trying to paint africa With a golden brush but America tryna paint us With a bowl of blood man Them girls you love without money Won't let you f** em But all the strippers you spend money On won't let you cut them Ignorant ba*tards, rappers with filthy manners You turn up and never planned on your future, you stupid rappers I'm controversial My presence is full threats As you scowling down around my neck You see thorns in circles packed Blood dripping down my neck I'm not jesus I'm just a black n***a Tryna see how it hurts ,now I'm holding a PEN/ One shot, two shot 3 shots pow! 4 shots 5 shots 6 shots down! Gun hot , clip empty , reload Now! Here they come , the hype strapped And recruits crowds!