pacman - shootashellz lyrics
[intro]
and who the f*ck these n*gga’s think they is?
and f*ck them, and f*ck everybody, matta’ fact, f*ck you (f*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you)
(ayyyyyyy, scooby f*ckin’ souja’s man, ayyyy)
(ayyyyyyy)
(ayyyyyyy)
(ayyyyyyy)
(shootash*llz)
(skrrr)
(neow, neow, neow, neow)
[chorus]
’bout to roll up the yogi in a pack, man
drop a opp and get a shipment of the pack in
you neva’ leave a witness when you do him in (nope)
even back then, never was a pacman
’bout to roll up the (i got it) yogi in a pack, man (i got it)
drop a opp and get a (i got it) shipment of the pack in (i got it)
you neva’ leave a (i got it) witness when you do him in (i got it)
even back then (i got it), never was a pacman
[verse]
how you say you from the mobb? you don’t know me homie (nope)
always smoke this yogi, always sip this kobe
yeah, we f*ck with lakeside, yeah, you know they kutthroat
you supposed to bring yo’ friends, you a f*ckin’ dumb hoe (b*tch!)
i’on care where you from, i ain’t askin’ (nah)
cause you not from the block, that’s a fact man (nah)
hoppin’ out with a glock, catch him lackin’
chasin’ opps up the block, get to clapping (boom)
the last n*gga getting it worse than the last, man
yeah, we used to be the guys, that’s the past, man (f*ck?)
a lotta n*gga’s getting scared cause i’m back, man (shootash*llz!)
all black in yo’ hood, like i’m batman
just another n*gga known with the strap, man
don’t cap, or yo’ ass goin’ cap, man (buddum’, boom)
you neva’ mix business, with new friends (no)
get booked, then cook by the crack, man
you gon’ make a n*gga (i got it) slide with my jacks, man (with my jacks)
with a pumo, that’ll leave a n*gga flat dead (i got it)
put the b*tch to his sh*t, and shoot again (boom)
faceshots make an opp do a back bend
i’m a black man, but i ain’t no wesley snipes (nah)
f*ckin’ b*tches on the cam’ like i’m wesley pipes (fuh’)
pullin’ up on other cars while they at the light (skrr)
like which stupid ass opp i’ma catch tonight? (ayyy)
you ain’t tryna do the mobb, you can get lost (b*tch!)
n*gga’s don’t be scared to die, till they get caught (b*tch!)
you can ask all the opps, cause we been fought (wassup?)
blackmobb beatin’ sh*t, never been soft (nah)
thank the gram, no we knownin’ where yo’ home at (where yo’ home at)
n*gga’s said they smokin’ bone, so we on that (so we on that)
free smoke, let ’em know, if you want that (if they want that)
wicc’ yo’ hoe, that b*tch dead, that’s a bonus (ay)
nowadays, n*gga’s talk a lotta dumb sh*t (lotta dumb sh*t)
so they ass gettin’ changed like a bum get (getting changed)
and if a n*gga wanna bang, tell him “come quick” (tell him come quick)
and we gon’ see if he hang, like a drunk b*tch (ay, ay)
turn a opp hoe (hoe), into a slumped b*tch (b*tch)
headshot got him movin’ like a drunk b*tch (slumped)
think you sl!ck, n*gga’s knowin’ where you from, b*tch (where you from?)
bang the nina, leave you dead when she come, b*tch (boom, boom)
[chorus]
’bout to roll up the yogi in a pack, man
drop a opp and get a shipment of the pack in
you neva’ leave a witness when you do him in
even back then, never was a pacman
’bout to roll up the yogi in a pack, man
drop a opp and get a shipment of the pack in
you neva’ leave a witness when you do him in (scooby f*ckin’ souja’s man)
even back then, never was a pacman
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