Z-ro - Shotta lyrics

You think this tattoo on my hand, is for decoration or something Way before I was a loc, the desert eagle was already dumping Rolling around in my dropper, looking out for the coppers Cause I'm coming to pop ya, me and this trigger You don't wanna f** with the King of the Ghetto n***a Hey Mr. preacher man, yeah I know the bible I'm not in love with murder, I'm in love with my own survival Pardon me if I'm wrong, but I really don't give a damn As long as after the bullets stop flying, I walk away with my gun in my hand n***a don't run up on me, you could die for less than that I'm about to pitch this fast ball, and your head neck and chest is at bat You ain't gotta like me, but I bet you gon' respect me And I bet I wear a dress, before I let somebody check me I been running around in this ghetto a long time, I'm doing just fine They don't hang they drag, I'm talking about these nuts of mine You ain't gotta believe me homie, just run up and try me You'll be dead, or hooked up to an IV [Hook] Top shotta make you move your body, or you can lose your body Move your body, me don't want no scariness around me Move your body, or you can lose your body Top shot doc'll make enough weapon, to bruise your body Move your body, or you can lose your body Move your body, me don't want no scariness around me Move your body, or you can lose your body Top shot doc'll make enough weapon, to bruise your body (Rude boy), what's happening my n***a sh** what's cracking (please don't act a fool boy), sh** you know I'm trying to chill mayn n***a looking at me funny though (cause we don't need no yellow tape, around the dance hall tonight) sh** I'm trying to get f**ed up anyway, (that's right) alright I really be trying to chill, but haters be looking at me all upside my head As if they plan to color me dead And stick me for my bread, before that happen I'll end up in the FED Doing a triple life sentence, for what I did with an infrared I get a rush when I bust heads open wide, I could damn near die I get a feeling all over my body, just like a PCP high My weapon is with me at all times, never leave home without it Or my attitude, ain't nothing friendly about it You might get the best of me, but I doubt it just ain't gon' happen I'm for real about this gangsta sh**, but you just think I'm rapping Community never losing is what I'm down with, progression I know how to put my pistol down, and count my blessings The graveyard, is full of homies that died I probably put your homie there, if your homie was f**ing with mine Even though a true warrior prays for peace I'ma empty the whole clip, until the day I'm deceased [Hook] One in the oil, and sixteen in the clip Top shotta keep it good, good cream in the zip When me fly my desert eagle, you'll do a full flip Me will fear no man, me don't want no scary buisness Might be lying, no one will see me when me wild like this Just don't push me bu*ton, everything remain crisp Had to do somebody new, it was a real thing mess All of y'all picking them, cheers after me love stick And I boom boom good, but not gon' fall in love with Rule one lift the punani, and focus on rich And if that boy test me, and me dig a bigger ditch Those fools will keep me busy, miss and chop another clip And fifty shot the clip, and then me shot a punk b**h My eyes are everywhere, rude boy me run this Skip town, or you when me out the mighty come kiss I am one you shouldn't really f** with [Hook]