Mr. Shadow - Shaking In Your Bootz Lyrics
[Mr. Lil' One (talking)]Aight, here we goOh yeah... triple sixinMr. Lil' One, GPAAnd that motha*****a Shadow[Mr. Lil' One]Comin through my returnMotha*****as fin to burnIt's the LittleI came to bring the pain in the rainExclude me from any peace talksWatch the gun shotComin through your blockMotha***** you and the copsStill I feel the urge to emerge for the killSpit up in your face, roll you down a big hillNo one will rescue the streets wanna test youPut you on the spot for that bull shit you talkedPlus my nigga Whisper went up in your houseAnd then you ate cheese like a little ***** mouseAnd then I seen you fly, deep into the nightI wanna be like Lil One, so motha***** mightI came to put it down, wipe the tears from the groundDon't even got an attitude but claimin to be rudeFinally I send those claimin to be foesTo that other level, you can't ***** with the devil[Chorus: Mr. Lil' One]I got you ***** motha*****as a shaken [shaken]All up in your boots cause their fakin [fakin]Listen to the shit that we be makin [makin]Evil like that motha*****a Satin [Satin]Got you ***** motha*****as a shaken [shaken]All up in your boots cause their fakin [fakin]Listen to the shit that we be makin [makin]Evil like that motha*****a Satin [Satin][Mr. Shadow]It's the shadow of your death here to take your last breathNow you're hopeless, I'm hittin motha*****as with my loknessHokus pokus, I'm deadly like a stroke isMentally abuse all them fools when I flow thisNemesis, makin none of this cause you're enviousThe Mistah makin motha*****as pray like a ministerI'll blitz ya, never hesitating when I'm rushinI'll leave ya seein stars like the flag of the RussiansConcussion, ain't no gettin up full of blood clotsI must turn my soul competition into dustA trust no motha*****a but myself ***** tomorrowIf your ass only knew all the days I let you borrowThe sorrow that I cause makes your life forever pausedI knew it from the git cause I read in the cardsAnd now you hear me laughLike the witch that did the craftRap Devils on the loose leavin fools up in the past[Chorus][GPA]With no hesitation puttin these holes up in your domeIt's the return of GPA and I'm always packin a microphoneJust like a gavel when I be bangin up in these streetsYou better not get caught slippinLike a rhyme your ass will meet defeatHey Little, who the next to second guess our flowsI hope it ain't your crew, I'm leavin a bomb at your front doorAlong with a note some wires a clock and dynamite30 seconds to ignite I'm seein flash backs of your lifeFool, I'm lettin it be known I'm takin every thing personalIn the streets you play for keeps, I'm ready to give your ass a funeralI'm used to kickin my style I maybe the sharpest on top of the pileYou asked me to flip some shit I'm entering in and I defileAny thing you have in mind, I'm kickin my rhymeJust keepin my time, look and you'll findAnd you'll decide whether or not the truth's insideYou heard it come from me, should be no other way***** the Aztec Tribe and Mad Man all motha*****in day[Chorus]
