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Correct It's Mr. Shadow Lyrics
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[Verse 1] You know me, S-H-A-D-O-W, Amichi Park crazy You fakes be perpin on the daily making me laugh Mad cause you ain't getting payed off my ass Ounce in the stash when I mash through your area In a sling shot, blowing smoke, I ain't scared of ya Throwing up the hood whether you like it or not Boy I'm never falling off, bitch I'm staying on top We chopping it up, weighting it and wrapping it up Serving every single tweeker on your block, now what Gangbanging don't stop, nope Every damn day there's a new fool backing it up So are you in it or not, do you think you got the balls To wear a blue rag and hit your name up on the wall Laws were meant to be broken So when you come around here, act straight or get smoken [Chorus] It's Mr. Shadow, comming from Diego If youse a gangsta, then come a bang with me (yaow) It's Mr. Shadow, comming from Diego In California we do this everyday (yaow) [Verse 2] When I ride, I ride like there ain't no tomorrow Brown Pride Till the day I Die is the matto I'll shank you with a broken bottle FUCK Respect, you get checked When you mess with San Diego's best Law low in the west Young homies put to test And lay a punk motherfucker to rest Please believe it, leave it alone or get cracked in the dome Jacked in the zone, I'm daring you bitches to bring it on I hit the bong and hold it in, fool I play to win And can't no peity-minded-ass-bitch stop this mexican Hell naw, I refuse, I had, I been and will always pay my dues Imma 6-1-9 fool, can't no motherfucker change that I'm that fool that'll brake in where you stay at Pay your ass a visit *knock-knock-knock* who is it A bald fool wit a cocked strap and a blunt [Chorus] [Verse 3] You can catch me and E smokin' a dub Topped off in the cadillac flipping you off Hitting three on you flees as we bend around the corna This is g shit straight outta Kill-afornia From a down South soldier, a woop town member A sick dog from the sixth day of September Fool you better back up, If you can't take the heat Then get the hell outta the hood motherfucker Tuck your tail you fucking with the big dogs Pit-boss making all you jealous haters lick balls Your the first to fall, I'm the Last Man Standing It's a war in the ghetto gotta come through blasting Smoke cronic no matter where I'm at You can call it what you want, but I stay high like that I fly like that, walk through the sky like that All day an all night now where my gangstas at?
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