Dj Absolut - If I Shoot You (Remix) lyrics
rate meFt. Raekwon, Kanye West, Havoc & Consequence
(Verse: Raekwon)
Ayo, he pulled out his gun and started scheming
Stood right there, blue trees in his space like police bleaming
80, nothing like these new born babies
Fresh off the recliner, guns squeeze, pay me
Hit an L, dynamic, move like I'm Wit and Dale
All of this is made like waves, I make sicker sail
There's niggas that rhyme and niggas that grind
That's my man, we only in the Benz that don't shine
Comparin' me to money, suited up Fila jumper
With the New Balance on I'm fine
The specialist, curly haired kids perpetuous
Slide in yo bitch, give her dick that's treacherous
Catch me on leany, egged out, GreyGoosein' in the coupe
Calling up Duke, come see me
Wise words giving, saw him in a flying spur
Giving sign in the earth, lets work, nigga
(Hook)
(If I shoot ya) I'm brainless
(If ya shoot me) then you're famous
(What's a nigga to do?) Hann
(What's a nigga to do?) Hann
(What's a nigga to do?)
(If I shoot ya) I'm brainless
(If ya shoot me) then you're famous
(What's a nigga to do?) Hann
(What's a nigga to do?) Hann
(What's a nigga to do?)
(Verse 2: Consequence)
I used to wonder how people became stars and then return to their roots
Till I had to switch up the Cons, take a turn of the roots
Cuz the fact they had Kwon out their CD changer
It must have been enough to turn my friends into strangers
Cuz now they keeping secrets when I'm in danger
And mirrors wise crack like god in the manger
But why should I name ya? I can speak to yo conscience
Ya would feel the position that ya see yo boy, Cons, in
Cuz now I'm on fire like the start of an arson
And even TV getting dinner like Swanson
So the way I disappear right before Autumn hits
Or be like a magician like picked from the audience
And there goes the auto tricks to catch up to Rae
To sumething smells fishy like the catch of the day
Make me grab a gun from my personal safety
But I'm the kinda person that won't keep it on safety, but...
(Hook)
(Verse 3: Havoc)
Shit, really not much, I finna do rhythm
Get the fuck away from me 'fore I spit 'em
Purple drinking swag, but no-one ain't in 'em
Nigga talking now like what now wit 'em?
First off, nine out of ten he snitching
Skurts when that thing starts spitting
Now ya tryin' to have feds at my door
Doing dirty, cake way clean, cuz I'm a boss
Colgate smile while yo cocaine's foul
Somewhere chilling, burning hella dro down
Rather off ya than carried by six
Judge by twelve taking court room flicks
After Biggie and Pac I was like, "word?"
Niggas killing rappers, I ain't tryna go dirt
Without even thinking, leave a nigga on the curb
Bitch, stop asking myself these words...
(Hook)
