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 Lyrics: 
 (Chorus)
Err'ybody get your
 shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off
 Stay strapped homie this shit is about to pop off
 Me I be a G from way back in the day
 With that I don't give a f**k about your set, type mentality
 
 (Blaze)
 I'll shoot you in the day, like my heater stay on toast
 And Grundy build a casket for you as soon as you a ghost
 I got an itchy trigger finger and I'm scratching like a DJ
 15 shells in my pocket, who wanna see me
 Khakis stay on fold, brew ice-cold
 And my homeboy rapping to a chicken that he know
 Here come a car up the street, rolling real slow
 With a wannabe, baby G, hanging out the window
 Looking close, like he knows me
 F**k set!, Buck shots splattered his ass all over his homies upholstery
 Trying to play me closely, but my approach be
 Buck'em all till they fall with my shotgun
 
 (Chorus 2x)
 Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off
 Stay strapped homie this shit is about to pop off
 Me I be a G from way back in the day
 With that I don't give a f**k about your set, type mentality
 
 (Anybody Killa)
 If I keep my self alive, something just might happen
 Like my gun clapping, or a motherf**ker's head crackin'
 My nerves are shot, I'm sweaty and hot
 Always shaking, looking just like Michael J. Fox
 Save me, help me take me out this mind frame
 Without the choppin' on you hoes cause I'm insane
 Me and Colton be getting Grundy in the hood
 Knocking down your doorway, jacking all your goods
 Look into the barrel of my shotgun, watch yourself
 F**king wit me, is just bad for your health
 So when you see me coming, best be thinking whether you want to live or die
 Cause my anger's increasing, so watch out
 Cause we ain't playing pimp, move the f**k over
 All up our face, acting like we know ya
 But if you really want to get that close,
 Then prepare yourself, to be filled with holes
 
 (Chorus 2x)
 Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off
 Stay strapped homie this shit is about to pop off
 Me I be a G from way back in the day
 With that I don't give a f**k about your set, type mentality
 
 (Esham)
 Sawed off shotgun and I'm about to dump
 Sippin' on some syrup, speakers on bump
 Cruising down 7 mile, cash bed of pile
 You think my shotgun won't blast, bat a thou-
 I'm all cheddar style; throw your body off Bell Isle Bridge
 Don't push me cause, I'm over the edge
 Been fell off the ledge, with a hole in my head
 Only reason Colton Grundy see me cause he been dead
 Boy I'm nothing to play with; my shotgun murdered 9 federal agents
 I kill them all ages,
 Bloodstain the front pages
 This shit is outrageous,
 Me, Blaze, and ABK need to be locked in cages
 Police been after me, I cause a catastrophe
 All because my shotgun said Blasphemy
 Now another shotgun casualty
 
 (Chorus 2x)
 Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off
 Stay strapped homie this shit is about to pop off
 Me I be a G from way back in the day
 With that I don't give a f**k about your set, type mentality
 
 (Blaze)
 4 bullets left in my pocket, I'm a madman
 Three more people wanna test me
 3 bullets left in my pocket, I'm a madman
 Two more people wanna test me
 2 bullets left in my pocket, I'm a madman
 One more person wanna test me
 1 bullets left in my pocket, I'm a madman
 Don't nobody wanna test me
 
 'Damn! F**k! I ran outta muthaf**kin ammo, unless you count the box of shells i got in the glove compartment!'
 
 
		
		
	
 
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