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I shot the sheriff
Killed the deputy, spared the reverend
Smack your parents, split the marriage
Slash the n***as, he with the sheriff
I'm with the four-fifth, the pistol carriage
I give you the click-click, I look in the barrel
I give you the click-click, I look in the barrel
I point it right at you, I point it right at you
Back up, that's a warning shot
Next n***as gettin' domed and dropped
And n***as beefin' on their phone and plottin'
And I can see you really love hip-hop
Well I can make you meet Biggie and Pac
Tell 'em how the game miss 'em a lot
So if you thinkin' it's an issue, it's not
People entitled to opinions they got
You're a product of the friends you got
So if you're poppin' sh*t then your friend get shot
At the eight or nine or ten o'clock
But when it pop in his top and he drop, let it rock
I been on the f**kin' star track like Spock
Glock clocked on the block, workin' on my chakra
It's been the same since a runny nose with the snot
And my n***as run into your home with the choppa
Gimme what you got, do you really want the problem?
Tryna make a milli off the rock, but them cracks in the chicken
n***a, pot, watch it, n***a, watch
n***as on the block spit bones in the pocket
Lil partner was poppin', finna hit him with the rocket
Yeah, your main b*t*h was prolly tryna top me
'Cause I'm handsome, I'm fly, and a fungi like shiitake
n***a, you really jockin' tryna Andy Milo-knock me
I'ma rock it, hell nah, pulled up on the [?]
My n***a told me, [?]
I shot the sheriff
Killed the deputy, spared the reverend
Smack your parents, split the marriage
Slash the n***as, he with the sheriff
I'm with the four-fifth, the pistol carriage
I give you the click-click, I look in the barrel
I give you the click-click, I look in the barrel
I point it right at you, I point it right at you
Back up, that's a warning shot
Next n***as gettin' domed and dropped
And n***as beefin' on their phone and plottin'
And I can see you really love hip-hop
Well I can make you meet Biggie and Pac
Tell 'em how the game miss 'em a lot
So if you thinkin' it's an issue, it's not
People entitled to opinions they got
You're a product of the friends you got
So if you're poppin' sh*t then your friend get shot
At the eight or nine or ten o'clock
But when it pop in his top and he drop, let it rock
I been on the f**kin' star track like Spock
Glock clocked on the block, workin' on my chakra
It's been the same since a runny nose with the snot
And my n***as run into your home with the choppa
Gimme what you got, do you really want the problem?
Tryna make a milli off the rock, but them cracks in the chicken
n***a, pot, watch it, n***a, watch
n***as on the block spit bones in the pocket
Lil partner was poppin', finna hit him with the rocket
Yeah, your main b*t*h was prolly tryna top me
'Cause I'm handsome, I'm fly, and a fungi like shiitake
n***a, you really jockin' tryna Andy Milo-knock me
I'ma rock it, hell nah, pulled up on the [?]
My n***a told me, [?]
