Silkk The Shocker - The Shocker Lyrics
[silkk]Wassup, wassup?Straight up mutha*****in gangsta (mutha*****in gangsta)5, 4, 3, 2, 1***** ima killa for realaThats no jokeSlide nigga either fast or slowI gotsta popNigga dont stopCuz one of us gotsta goMutha*****as be trippinIm from these streets where the mission is to diePreparin like I was to dieDown south, west coast niggas two sidesYou *****es be tryna fade meBut aint nothin promisedYah cant play meYou best be quick for talkin that shitThat ima gets that 380Im all up in yo grillTime tah chillPay my billsGotta stay realTru 2 da gameIn factNiggas gonna lay back, flatCuz I aint the nigga ta ***** withSo you niggas need tah step the ***** offBefore I leave yall niggas in a bagTalkin that trash, you get hauled off in a black truckNigga back up, stacks upWhen I blast Im never gonna missNigga hollow tips in yo shit***** wassupNigga nowLay the ***** downWhat now its my blockCo shop downNigga top downDrop nowNigga whats nowWheres the pop nowWassup baby gotta play meGrab the 380Nigga been shadyEven lately gotta watch his backCuz he stacksCuz them niggas be trippin on gats where Im atStrapped with a infrared pumpIm not kris kross but I make em jumpNigga front and turnWatch them bustas and they click run[chorus x2]***** Im a killaFor real (the shocker)Thats no jokeStrapped with a fo foAint nothin changed since I done went solo (the shocker)1,2,3 you know silkk a gI know this dope game like I know my abcs[silkk]***** I be quick to leave a nigga lookin like a cotexNigga *****ed like I aint had no sexAnd I be on time like a rolexYou can put me in a room with 10 of the best of emId be the man in yo faceSo ***** the rest of themIm the best of emYa ***** be trippin but yall nigga dont scare[big ed]Yo man silkk these niggas aint ready yet[silkk]I knowThats why Im giving them a chanceSo they can prepare themselvesI be the manYall niggas be trippinAnd yall niggas be frontin blackYou think this the shit my niggaYall niggas aint here nuttin yetCuz look deep into the eyes of a niggas stuffI gives a *****Why I outta!***** you up!Nigga be hatinSo proud that they dont wanna *****in fightCuz I done *****ed his womanAnd now all her girls have been *****in light[master p]Whats yo name homie? (silkk)What you came here to do? (shock the world)[chorus x3][master p]Its time to flip a scriptAnd turn a half into a millionAnd turn a hoeInto a zillionMy game be tight like the bullsAnd after my shows there aint no limit to the hoes I can pullGirls be sweatin me like ima bandanaMy lyrics so gangsta the police keep them on the radar scannerBut I be tight like the titanicWhile yall suckas sellin wammysWe on our way to the grammys3rd ward brothers that came upKeep my name out yo mouthLike messy marvin Im gonna wipe you upAnd yo game better be tightCuz aint no luv where Im from from morning to nightFools be bout it they be rowdyStill puttin money in the bank like uncle samAnd taxin fools, deadAll yall suckas on the block are tryna stop meCant fade meAnd me and silkk be livin largeSippin on mo wet but strapped with the plastic toysDown south we be hustlinSettin the line behind bustas that we aint trustinYall better wake up and smell the aromaCuz we doin this from down south to california[chorus x4][master p]The shocker, hahaAint nothin change with no limitStraight up ice creamWe got some mo ice cream fo yall
