PARTNERS-N-CRIME lyrics : "17 Shots"
Full pack, P-N-C and we back,
Forever
[Partners-N-Crime:]
When I bang, I bang, it ain't nothin' but a thing,
We can swing, let's swing, I'm a man I can hang,
Don't get buck, get stuck,
Walk that $$# like a duck,
Now you $#&@ed, what's up?
That's the player haters luck
[Chorus: Partners-N-Crime]
Don't try to knock or jock, we bring the funk like a fart,
You get popped and dropped, by these 17 shots
[Misdemeanor:]
How you gone like me and hate me? Playa haters playa fake it,
This game is shaky too many ^!$$%s be hatin',
That's how it is ya dig?
Cross me wrong lose your wig,
Kidnap your kids, that's how it is in this (*##$,
If you fake, you fake,
Real ^!$$%s don't play, we know where you stay,
We bring the funk with a K,
We'll tear down you clown,
It's them boys from that town,
We don't joke around, you hear them sounds from that round,
We don't fake the funk, we got the K bullets pumped,
When we lock the trunk, be stankin' %#@! like a skunk
[Chorus x2]
[Misdemeanor:]
Thinkin' you can soar like eagles but you ain't nothin' but some pigeons,
It's busta ^!$$%s like you hurtin' ^!$$%s with indecision,
We know, you hatin' ^!$$%s can't STAND US,
Because you know no other group can HANDLE US,
I keep a four five @@#!ed when I'm bustin' at'cha block,
Non-stop and had your $#&@in' head to get dropped,
My advesaries be gettin' sent to mortuaries and cemetaries,
Get filled with ^!$$%s that I, had to bury,
It's scary livin' the street life, not thuggin',
^!$$%'s think in my heart is $#&@in' really it wasn't,
Four five bustin',
^!$$%s buckin' shouldn't been playin' with my Mama's baby,
They pushed me to the ledge, and now they got me goin' crazy
[Chorus]
[Kangol Slim:]
We got a glock it's @@#!ed, bustas run you get chopped,
We disperse the shots to leave your whole body hot,
See that nine milli, will split your %#@! like a phillie,
Bullets, burn really, so don't be silly,
If you tags the back, you split the %#@! like the fats,
We retracts the macs, crime lab got the rest,
If you do it, you do it,
Real ^!$$%s true to it,
That's why we do it, cuz real ^!$$%s pursue it,
If you real you real, fake ^!$$%s play deal,
And fall down the hill, banana clips, brains spill,
We on that illy ill, sportin' straight from the Iberville,
Big deals make meals, if ^!$$%s war we bustin' grills
[Chorus x6]
Submit Corrections