Shottas (feat. Kardinal Offishall & Cham)

Wah rah

T-Pain, ya boy Cham

Wah rah

Blaze it up under

Can you hear me?

Fire, fire, rah

Fire, fire

Yo, yo, yo

Number-one shotta

Bad man make the girls shake like maracas

M16 bust and take your whole top off

Real deal, hear me now, don't fuck with the knockoff

Push it to the limit, I receive in the drop off

Haha, no, pop it off for the eight-five-oh

More fire, let the flow the stick blow

Realla d-dealla, gonna t-trilogy, gillady, whoa

They just don't bother me, no

As I pop it off for the eight-five-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Uh oh, uh oh, oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh

Uh oh, uh oh, oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh

Me say, jump, me say, stop

Pop, rah, rah, rah

Rah, rah, rah, rah

Pop it of for the eight-five-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Bad boy Kardinal, leader of the session

Black GS pop it if we need an intervention

Murder all these little sound boys in succession

**** ain't eating, it's a convict procession

Getting paid to shut down the show is my profession

Fuck keeping it easy, I am not about aggression

Approach if you want, but use your discretion

When I crush rapper's careers they get left in a depression

You better stand clear when the mic's in my possession

And I bust every year 'cause that's my obsession

It's all T, Don T-Pain, Kardinal expression

Black J's fire like a black Smith and Wesson

You're dead man

They just don't bother me, no

As I pop it off for the eight-five-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Uh oh, uh oh, oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh

Uh oh, uh oh, oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh

Me say, go, me say, stop

Pop, rah, rah, rah

Rah, rah, rah, rah

Pop it of for the eight-five-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Put it in the ear, make them hear pom, pom

Policeman, them here, we no care, pom, pom

Pop it off and bust it over here, pom, pom

Let them hear pom, pom, let them hear pom, pom, rah

You see me coming, man, better get running, man

'Cause when you see me, you gon' see me with my gun in hand

Don't be a dummy, man, we makin' money, man

Boy, we keep it gully, gully, gully

Tell them fools, them need to just shut up

Row knee or informer boys get beat up

Keep on chanting and we kick your two nut up

Find your inner pieces, your whole body cut up

You king, shut up, scared boy, this how get done up

Tough to argue, know this lift your son up

Forty-five caliber will make your skin burn up

Make your skin burn up, make your skin burn up

They just don't bother me, no

As I pop it off for the eight-five-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Uh oh, uh oh, oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh

Uh oh, uh oh, oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh

Me say, go, me say, stop

Pop, rah, rah, rah

Rah, rah, rah, rah

Pop it of for the eight-five-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh