Still Shooting Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
I'm [Gm]still shootin mothafuckas the
warpath never stops
Dr Jekyll and Mr. Hyde is
causin a homicide
Ya popped if you're plottin on a jack punk
I'll see you comin from a mile
away and light yo ass up
So if the funk is on you betta be strapped
Cuz you'll be bitin the nine
once again black
Call me agent double O deuce four
I got a mini 380 in the sleeve [A]of my [Gm]coat
I'm a killA the mothafuckin X to the
R- A- I- D- E- D L- O- C
Smokin niggas like some green bud
So if you see me in your
hood you better duck
Cuz I'm jackin every thang
from a cut to a mini truck
Better not be trippin never slippin
It's just another mothafuckin grave
that I'm diggin
Forties swiggin got a nigga
bent and wanna kill
Fools try to catch me slippin
but they never will
I'm [A]the mothafuckin X [Gm]loc [A]no j[Gm]oke
I'm from the garden block where
mothafuckas get [A]smoked
If your [F]Daytons got a [A]little [Gm]more
shine [A]than the [Gm]ones I [A]got
I'm gonna get my [Gm]nine
and your shit is mine
You hella bold if you reach for your gat
Cuz I'm gonna put a hole in your
ass and it's like that
Lynch, (You gonna be
heaven sent fool)
Niggas nuts on the wall I'm [Bm]shooting[A]
[Gm]moth[D]afuc[A]ka[D]s[A]
[Chorus:] Cuz [G]I'll shoot [Bm]your punk ass

[Verse 2]
[Gm]in a[Am] minu[D]te[A][D][A][D][G]
[Bm]I'll give you [A]some of [Gm]this [D][gi[A]nsh[D]ots[Gm]] or
[G]some [Bm]of th[A]is[Am] [more g[D]unsho[A]ts]

[Verse 3]
I'm a trigger happy [Gm]nigga I
prove it every time that I ride
I'll kill a punk at the drop of a dime
For instance a nigga talkin shit
Betta yet a fool tryin to front
for a bitch yeah
(I'll give you some of this [gunshots] or some
of this [gunshots]
Nigga aim nigga hit wanna trip nigga trip
Fuck a fool's gun if he got a empty clip
Brotha Lynch (I'm a blast,
I'm a blast)
Where your bullet land? (in that ass,
in that ass)
Niggas ain't shit a bitch is a dead bitch
If she fuck wit me she gonna
be shittin led bricks
Cuz I treat a hoe like a hoe
should be treated
Instead of a queen I treat a bitch like a thief
I'll have a hoe terrified
thinkin I'm a looney
Settin up her folks so I can jack
em for they jewelry
Kickin down doors wavin
gats fuck a dis[Am]cussion
[Gm]All I want is money [Bb]if there ain't
none [Gm]then I'm bustin yeah
I'm killin [Bm]mamas,
[A]daddys and nep[Gm]hews[A]
[Gm]I'm kill[A]in sons,
daughters and sparin [Gm]you
You can play the Rambo role like
you're a down black brother
But picture this I'm still [G]shootin[A][Gm][A][D][Gm][G][A][Bm][Gm]
[A][D]
[Gm][G][A][Gm][A][Gm]
[A][Gm][G][Gm][A][Gm]
mothafuckas

[Verse 4]
[Chorus]
[Gm]You crazy if you think you're
gonna get some
The only thing you're gonna get
is yourself smoked punk
And if you ever wake your ass up
You're in a box 24 deep
cold as a mothafuck
To ya niggas that dissed me
Or either tried to blast and ya missed me
Keep your strap on cuz I'm
a get [F#]my jack on
[Gm]When I put my black on payback is
fin to be on
Your brains gone I'm a let it be known trick
X Raided was never the
one to be fucked with
Cuz you was sayin you was
hard and all that shit
But when you found you couldn't quit you
moved your ass out of town with
[Gm]Your bitch
Dumb nigga I'm like the Terminator,
loco
Kickin down doors with Brotha
Lynch lookin for yo ass
Blast everybody in the house
and fuck gettin caught
Bullet wounds will get a nigga caught
They tell the cops that they shot ya
You go to see the doctor
then they got ya, huh
A niggas like me leaves
no evidence sucka
When I'm jackin me a fool,
I shoot the mothafucka

[Verse 5]
[Talking]
Yeah, once again it's on you
know what I'm [Am]sayin?
That nigga X [A]mothafuckin Raided
never gave a fuck about shit
You run up and you gone that's how it
is you know what I'm sayin?
Don't have your back against
the wall like my boy Mick said
If you don't talk that shit,
I might let your punk ass live
You know what I'm sayin?
sayin? sayin?
(Then again he might not)