When You Hear The Shots chords by Brotha Lynch Hung, MC Eiht
Intro 1
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It ain't no
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ice in my watch,
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still can make time stop
I can make rhyme pop
like Paco's back on his block
And I can do without these cocksuckers
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They not hustlers pushing bullshit rap
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To the public that's not bub bling
And I'm not struggling, homie,
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I told you fuck that I'm now weak but y 'all ain't listen,
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so now cuzz back
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Soon as them cuffs crack
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an d I was released
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I put word back on the streets
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like I had cracked by the peace again
Back on the streets again,
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hollering at folks
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That I ain't seen in some time,
they still hustling though
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Still on the day -to -day grind,
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so I bring them to whole
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Through every word, through every line,
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I try to teach them to cope
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Without crossin' that line
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or gettin' hung by the rope
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See it's a hard job to shine,
I stay cloudy and smoke
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And I ain't never had a job,
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so ain't no ice in my rope
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But y might catch me shotgunnin'
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a vibe with all my lopes
We representin' to the fullest,
homie, y 'all know that
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Coppin' the sack till
the wheels go flat
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Bow down, amen, start givin' up
Stay down when you hear the
motherfuckers shout
We representin' to the fullest,
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homie, y 'all know that
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Coppin' the sack till the wheels
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go flat
6 in the morning, police at my door
Chris, weppin sneakers
across the bedroom floor
Yes, got the philly about the
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bedroom drawer
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Bless, niggas quick treat
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em like a bedroom
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I'm about to dare two more,
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and I hop out the glass house
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And I pop out the Mac 90,
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and yeah, and I'm back out
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And no, they can't find me
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Hopping out the hiney of
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a seven -deuce grimy
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Try me, it's about to be
a freaky Friday
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Packing heat in the IV
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Sick of the syphilis dick,
hit the strip eating the fried meat
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Then when I hit the grips,
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let you live quickly and kindly
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And smash off white smoke behind me
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And I hope they find me
Cause nigga I'm a mother
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fucking rider
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And this year, enemy niggas
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about to get rid of Lynch
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I'm the sickest nigga to get
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with this since 93
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Spitting on the Michael's
bloody teeth,
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y 'all niggas ain't fucking
We represent it to the fullest homie,
y 'all know that
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Copping the sack till the wheels go flat
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I threw up the hood,
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you know where I stay
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I went to the park to get to school
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See my homie Boom Bam in a all blue coupe
He froze down his window
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and said 8 what's up
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On these bitch ass outsiders
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turnin' the gang corrupt
Was west coast all day
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when I told my AK
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Put a duck from the gun spray,
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white flag made it
You niggas need to start
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yellin' surrender
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When I start callin' names,
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no fuckin' pretendin'
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Into the gangsta,
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like I'm my hood Jim Kelly
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Headed straight to the pen
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and Brother Lynch Marcelli
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Real tall, only bustin' the grip wall
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When the motherfuckin'
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bust the outline
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Detroit
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Niggas won't be, won't be, cookin'
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When the shells rang out,
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your life would get took
We representin' to the fullest,
homie, y 'all know that
Combin' the sacks till the wheels go flat
Bow down, ain't meant to start givin' up
So stay down,
when you hear the motherfuckin' shot
We representin' to the fullest,
Am
homie, y 'all know that
Em
Combin' the sacks till
the wheels go flat
Bow down, ain't meant
to start givin' up
Stay down, when you hear them motherfuckin' shots
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Thank for
When You Hear The Shots
Brotha Lynch Hung, MC Eiht
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