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Shottas (feat. Cam'Ron & Sizzla)

[Sizzla (Juelz Santana)]

Oww!! Ha ha!!

Click clack and it's over you dead (This is it)

My damn glock, buss a cap in your head (Santana)

It's in my blood I love killin you fools (This here for my shottas)

I'm a thug, that goes by no rules (Dip Set!) Oww!!!![Chorus: Juelz Santana]

Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)

Let me know if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)

Send the toast if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)

Tell my folks I've been sent to go

I got a shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta

Scream shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta

We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas

Yeah shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas[Juelz Santana]

All sides all guys all rise now

BO! BO! BO! Make four shots now

Now all ladies more ladies all guys down

Say Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Four times now

Shake that ass like a shotta hoe, get in shotta mode

(Yeah!) It's Dip Set bitch yeah there them shottas go

And them shots will go (BO!) and them shots a blow (BO!)

Damn straight through your man's plantano

You'll get a pushin rod for bein a rookie paw

And puttin your head in the next man cookie jar

We supportin, enforcin, extortion

Involvin take Bronson, or money launderin

We are shottas, yes y'all to the death y'all

Money power respect y'all the hell with the rest y'all

If heaven ain't got a ghetto I guess I'm goin to hell

With the rush y'all, with a L and my vest on (Yeah!)[Chorus][Sizzla]

Click clack and it's over you dead

My damn glock, buss a cap in your head

It's in my blood I love killin you fools

I'm a thug, that goes by no rules

Click clack and it's over you dead

My damn glock, buss a cap in your head

It's in my blood I love killin you fools

Hey, outlaws goes by no rules[Juelz Santana]

Now tell me who wanna fuck with us? (Who)

Who wanna romp with us? (Who)

(BO! BO! BO! BO!) You know what's up with us

(We are shottas!!!) True coke smugglers

Tombstone coverers then move on the full blown coverage

Our shottas (BO!) BIG was a shotta (BO!) Pac was a shotta

Shyne locked up cause Shyne was a shotta

(BO!) Shottas, one more time lick a shot for my shottas

My pops was never there that made my mama the shotta (BO!)

Made by a woman I was raised by a woman

So I never loved a bitch but I stay by my women

They are shottas, we are breed of achievers

That will do anything to succeed or achieve it

You walk like a shotta, you talk like a shotta

But won't stand up in the court like a shotta

Niggaz like you ought to get shot up

For actin and bein a fraudulent shotta[Chorus][Cam'Ron]

My shottas (BO!) they shottas (BO!)

Dreadlocks, Rastas, Rudeboys, pop the, imposter hang with the lobsters

Sings like then opera, bang with the mobsters

Don Gargon hard and love the drama

And tuck the lama, now suck your mama

Boom boom bang clack zoom zoom

Hum hum guys wise yes touch pum pum

I'm Gotti boy, with that shotty toy

Ladi dadi howdy mami I body a batty boy

I cannot flop, I, this is shotta

Twenty four seconds your inside a hot pot

It get deep daddy, out the piece caddy

He curry chicken, turn him a beef patty

Get the coco bread, I'm a loco head

With the 'fo 'fo oh, here we oh so dead[Sizzla]

Click clack and it's over you dead

My damn glock, buss a cap in your head

It's in my blood I love killin you fools

I'm a thug, that goes by no rules

Click clack and it's over you dead

My damn glock, buss a cap in your head

It's in my blood I love killin you fools

Hey, outlaws goes by no rules[Chorus]

Songwriters

GILES, CAMERON / THOMAS, SEON / GREEN, GREG / COLLINS, M. / JAMES, LA'RON / MOORE, LEROYPublished by

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