DJ Prince - Shottas lyrics
rate meCount your life away
When I step on the plate
New style up in the place
No sound can replace
Boy, I chop off your A’s
New style up on your face
Now boy want the chase
But no man can replace
New style turn up the place
Count your life for bread
Them offer a knife, he’s dead
They can’t send none for dead, no
Yo, step up in the spot, lifted
I’m still on point like a rap sentence
Ain’t no stopping this vision when I do business
Especially when the tool’s lifted
PayPal got a few digits
Dreads got a few loose ends but we the new menace
Few scriptures do bitches like I do dishes
Who is this stupendous new nigga?
Ahead of the rest, better in status
I earned my medals, invest
Throw curves like triple clefs
Never been a snitch
Never catch us on tracks that were ever whack
I praise…only God fearing
You mortals can spare me unless the check clearing
This style’s Bulgarian, shottas on both sides, airing it
Count your life away
When I step on the plate
New style up in the place
No sound can replace
Boy, I chop off your A’s
New style up on your face
Now boy want the chase
But no man can replace
New style turn up the place
Count your life for bread
Them offer a knife, he’s dead
They can’t send none for dead, no
Worst ethic, enhance to advance to
Kleptomaniac necromancer
Fuck with the dead, be gone with the lead
Barely pop…what the fuck is that bread
…one pull of the trigger, all of your kids gone
Been Sean since ’72, you? You’ve been gone since…
Nigga out for justice, fuck karate flicks, pull out and bust fifth
Rapping is rough, I know my art
Back of the bus, Rosa Parks
No words…
