Mr. Shadow

Mr. Shadow - Serious lyrics

rate me

Watch out

What

"Sha... "

"Dow... "

"Lo... "

Shadow up in this bitch (Hell yeah, this is serious)

Got my boy Ant Dog in the back (Homeboy, this is serious)

Smokin' caps and mold

Gettin' weeded

Please believe it

E-Dubb, Javie Lopez (Hell yeah, this is serious)

We in the backhouse

You silly sons of bitches

The San Diego killing cat (This shit is serious)

"Sha... "

"Dow... "

"Lo... "

"Co... "

When I

Step in the booth, I start embarrassin' fools

Motherfuckers start to studder like it's somethin' to do

2-3-2-0-1-9-0-4

Any homie of mine'll pimp slap your hoe (Ah!)

You can't control me, bitches, watch your ass

And you motherfuckin' front trick gets on like that

Strike back with a vengence, pay close attention

Those feeling tension, you're in the wrong section

Shadow insane, so deep in the game (Yeah)

And you already know, you can't touch the name

I went from moldest

Roll with craters and weight holders

Gangsta motherfuckers, providers and street soldiers

You don't know us, let's keep it like that

And when they show you respect, show respect right back

That's how grown men do it, smoke weed and sip fluid

Real motherfuckers never change, we stick to it

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What

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"Sha... "

"Dow... "

"Lo... "

"Co... "

Hell yeah, this is serious

Motherfuckers in the game act strange over chump change

Homeboy, this is serious

Fools that don't listen, they end up missin'

Hell yeah, this is serious

Motherfuckers in the game act strange over chump change

This shit is serious

Who reigns supreme, nobody else but me

Come in at your own risk

I don't miss

Hit you with the dopeness

You're hopeless

No stress on my side, just a sac and a nine

With the dollar sign shinin' in the back of my mind

Damn swine, wanna sweat mine daily, tryin' to make me

Snap attack 'em at the Michi Park crazy

Shit

They can suck my dick

I'm a stay high and watch the clock tick

It's on hit on the west coast (Yeah)

Blue apparrel

Shaved head, tatoos and white shoes, it's the dress code

Unless foes wanna end up missin' (What)

Shut the fuck up, stop bitchin' and listen

You got me twisted, thinking that it's over

I hold grudges, trick, I'm never sober (Hell naw)

Know me to explain myself

And if you're having second thoughts, better run for help

Biotch!

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What

What

"Yeah! "

"Sha... "

"Dow... "

"Lo... "

"Co... "

Make up your mind and leave, you down or not (What's up)

Motherfuckers get got when I begin to plot

Don't get caught in the crossfire (Pow, pow, pow)

You won't make it (No, no)

America's finest city, don't mistake it

Too many envy wanna see me fall

And if you faggots got static, then bring it on

Let's it crackin', forget talkin', we straight boxin' (Come on)

Fuck it if ya hood's watchin', I ain't stoppin' (Naw)

It ain't often that they keep it real

Perpetratin' ass creatures tryin' to get you killed

You ain't ready, your mind is petty

You the type to let any snatch all your pennies

Catch plenty heat flyin', divin' at your person (Pow, pow, pow, pow)

Watch what you talk about, we out here, lurkin'

The name's Shadow, I have no patience (Hell naw)

And all you wack ass rappers need maintenance

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"Yeah! "

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