Partners-N-Crime - 17 Shots lyrics

(Misdemeanor) Full pack, P-N-C and we back Forever (Partners-N-Crime): When I bang, I bang, it ain't nothin' but a thing We can swing, let's swing, I'm a man I can hang Don't get buck, get stuck Walk that a** like a duck Now you f**ed, what's up? That's the player haters luck Chorus (Partners-N-Crime): Don't try to knock or jock, we bring the funk like a fart You get popped and dropped, by these 17 shots (Misdemeanor): How you gone like me and hate me? Playa haters playa fake it This game is shaky too many n***as be hatin' That's how it is ya dig? Cross me wrong lose your wig Kidnap your kids, that's how it is in this b**h If you fake, you fake Real n***as don't play, we know where you stay We bring the funk with a K We'll tear down you clown It's them boys from that town We don't joke around, you hear them sounds from that round We don't fake the funk, we got the K bullets pumped When we lock the trunk, be stankin' sh** like a skunk Chorus (2x) (Misdemeanor): Thinkin' you can soar like eagles but you ain't nothin' but some pigeons It's busta n***as like you hurtin' n***as with indecision We know, you hatin' n***as can't STAND US Because you know no other group can HANDLE US I keep a four five co*ked when I'm bustin' at'cha block Non-stop and had your f**in' head to get dropped My advesaries be gettin' sent to mortuaries and cemetaries Get filled with n***as that I, had to bury It's scary livin' the street life, not thuggin' n***a's think in my heart is f**in' really it wasn't Four five bustin' n***as buckin' shouldn't been playin' with my Mama's baby They pushed me to the ledge, and now they got me goin' crazy Chorus (Kangol Slim): We got a Glock it's co*ked, bustas run you get chopped We disperse the shots to leave your whole body hot See that nine milli, will split your sh** like a phillie Bullets, burn really, so don't be silly If you tags the back, you split the sh** like the fats We retracts the macs, crime lab got the rest If you do it, you do it Real n***as true to it That's why we do it, cuz real n***as pursue it If you real you real, fake n***as play deal And fall down the hill, banana clips, brains spill We on that illy ill, sportin' straight from the Iberville Big deals make meals, if n***as war we bustin' grills Chorus (6x)