Shot Caller

******s in the hood lookin at me crazy

Tellin ******s like they wanna ****** my old lady

Same ****** ******t every day at 8 o'clock

******, start my day off raisin off the ******

I throw the khakis on, with the t-******rt

Never knowin when a ****** might hit the dirt

I'm thinkin, how in the ****** can i get high quicker

Mix the blunt with some mutha****** malt liquor

These ******s that i love, i don't trust em, but i stay close to em

In case i gotta do em

We from the same set, but that don't mean ******t no mo'

I be premeditatin with the .44 (.44)

My hoe be tellin a ****** to peel they caps back

Cause i know where them ******s hide they ******t at

******t be on my mind, return a shot call

Broke as ******, it's about to get hot, y'all

[ chorus: big rocc ]

******s starvin while you're home with the mills

******s killin while you're doin **** deals

Out flossin, throwin 100 $ bills

Time to set yo ass up for the kill

Death of a shot caller, who can you trust?

It might be your number 1 ****** that bust

A cap, he's the next one to take charge

Smoke him and his ****** in his backyard

[ verse 2: mc ren ]

A ******'s sittin on the curb

Hear that ****** come bumpin with the suburb

Got my ******s on point, same ******s he be ****** hoes with

And rollin up the blunts when he wanna get lit

Homie, when that ****** put the mutah******a in park?

That's the signal, little ******, pump 3 in his heart

Don't feel ******t, cause it's real ******t, he a ******

******s in the hood doin bad while he gettin rich

Off this ******t we be killin ******s fo'

Can't make a move less this mutha******a say so

******, ****** that, i'm runnin this ******t

I'ma look him in his eyes when his punk-ass gettin hit

But if you miss, ******, i'ma kill you

Cause if he get away, mutha******a, then we all through

****** 3 shots, ******, add 2

And handle what the ****** you gotta do

Kill the shot caller

Man, you know we been smokin ******s for this mutha******a

This ****** ain't paid us ******t, man

(i know, dog)

Hold up, hold up, hold up, dog

Man, gimme the gat, i - damn

Hey ******, you got my mutha****** money?

******, ****** yo money, ******

No ******, ****** you

( *shots* )

Oh ******t, oh ******t...

Damn!

[ verse 3: tha chill ]

These o.g.'s got me twisted like twizzler

Got me heated and hot, and all i'm thinkin is killin ya

Peelin ya cap back, like starter, fool

I'm comin to get you ******s off my block, so i pack a full

Glock with big slugs, and you know i buck no doubs

Cause you know a ****** steelo, how i did them fools a week ago

One week passed, i'm hearin you wanna wet us

When you see ren, rocc, tha chill, you're puttin on the jetters

What the ******? these ******s tryin to bust on me?

So i'm ******in up the can and ready to make them do some gas

And do some flippin, and all that

Cause ******s out here shot call, get they ass jacked

And that's the main fact, big payback for you punk mutha******

Disrespectin the crew, it's mandatory that i buck

Ass down from comptown, mr. shot caller

Gonna be a fast faller if he ain't a fast talker

Fast walker, or better yet better be a fast runner

Chill on the scope with the cannon, finna gun ya

Dumpin 9 to the gut like '******, what?'

This ol' b.g. big baller, ****** the mutha****** shot caller

[ chorus ]