I Shoot, You Shoot Lyrics
[Starts off with the beat of Ludacris`: "Stand Up"]
[Intro:]
WHAAAT?...
C`MON!
[Verse 1: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
See I can make a horror movie with this warship movie (YEAH!) [automatic gunshots]
Or spray my name on the door of your fuckin` hoop D. [shot] (Buck! Buck!)
Fuck some jewelry I rock 50 chains for the haters (yeah!)
Most of these rappers get a Rolley from straight to Jacob. {DAMN!} (hahaaa!)
You know Buck buying more guns than army (c`mon!)
And keep one on me! Incase these niggas try and rob me! (yeah!)
I`m sorry! I`m not 5th in Corporate America!
But your honor - I still gutta tote a Berretta. (aiiight!) {Whoooooo!}
I know a lot of niggas that wish they had one with them
When the money got dropped off the killers came to get them (BUCK!)
Fuckin` Pete got knocked-off ain`t nobody got a clue (naaah!)
So don`t tell me I ain`t doing what I gotta do! (yeah!)
You know who shot at who! - When nigga`s tried and creep on us.
Thought we was only talk and didn`t have no heat on us. [shot] (now what?)
Watch these hoes man they fuck around and get you killed,
If she don`t put on in ya head another nigga will. [shot]
[Chorus]
When [shot] I shoot, you shoot!
What? Just like that!
When I shoot, you shoot! {WHAAAT?}
C`mon, just like that!
When I shoot, you shoot!
Yeah, just like that! {GO BACK!}
HELL YEAH `EY BANK$! - BRING `EM STRAPS! {Whooooo!}
When [shot] I shoot you shoot!
Aight, just like that!
When I shoot you shoot!
C`mon, just like that!
When [shot] I shoot you shoot!
What? Just like that!
G-UUUNIT! - You know where we at!
[Verse 2:]
The Desert Eagle stay stashed in the Buick Regal (yeah!)
A 12-Gauge stashed in the back [shot] right beside the speaker. (c`mon!)
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And I got beef but I ride through any hood (aiight!)
Christian DRCs - 23`s leather and wood. {DAMN!}
Ain`t seen the block in a minute you know why I`m gone (Ca$hville!)
Make sure the phene`s still coming they know that I been touring (what?)
A ghetto nigga who still hang where he came from
Not one of these hollering gangsta when he ain`t one. (naaah!)
New York got a lot of rappers like to battle rap (c`mon!)
I tell em` nigga I ain`t with it homie grab a strap.
My little brother like me. - He wanna sell dope! (what?) {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
The Vice pulled him over he swallowed it down his throat {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
We all know the consequences when you fail to win (okay!)
Half these niggas get out the pen the going again. (right!)
What would you do if I told you it was a hit on you
Strap up? Or get rapped up? [automatic gunshots] - BLAAAAAT! Back up!
[Chorus]
When [shot] I shoot you shoot!
Yeah, just like that!
When [shot] I shoot you shoot! {WHAAAAA`?}
Yeah, just like that!
When I shoot you shoot!
Yeah, just like that!
HELL YEAH `EY BANK$! - BRING `EM STRAPS! {Whooooo!}
When [shot] I shoot you shoot!
Yeah, just like that!
When I shoot you shoot!
Yeah, just like that!
When [shot] I shoot you shoot!
Yeah, just like that!
G-UUUNIT! - You know where we at! [beat stops] {DAMN!} [gun cocks]
