Back by popular demand, Mr. Stay posted up just like the gram
Quick to break the bones, get the hell on, scram
The concrete I fell on, police man slam
Get it four ways, streets grand slam
Had better days, seen hotter hands
Rare crowns cookin', I provide the pans
Play Billie Jean, watch the fiends dance
Leanin' like Mike, got him in a trance
In the street lights industries, no chance
Niggas wanna fight, let me see you stance
Standin' like Lindsey, with your low hands
Treat ya like a ho and at your head, I throw bands
On your mark get set go with my architect plans
Got my head spinnin', feelin' like a fan
It's just the first inning , well I be goddamned
Its Mr. Shotsland
Back by popular demand, Mr. Shotslandin
Rare crowns, we wear those
Back by popular, I said that already
If it ain't stoppin' ya, make it more deadly
Don't know what Daon, so I had to ask Reggie
I give it to ya dog like a old pot of spaghetti
When it comes to Lil' C's, ain't talkin' hot and ready
I hold the hawk steady, precise when I slice
Don't fear mere mortals watch men become mice
You tell me you gon' kill me, won't get a chance twice
Don't care if you feel me, I'm livin' my life
I had to pay the price, even when I can't afford it
I was in the shower, brother shittin' on the toilet
Permission slips denied, field trips aborted
Rebook classics on the children, he support it
Act a ass in class, came home and caught it
My family name known for the cane y'all snorted
If game is to be sold, explain who bought it
I love your music
Shotslandin - 400 Degrees Freestyle Lyrics
Shotslandin - 400 Degrees Freestyle Lyrics
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Back by popular demand, Mr. Stay posted up just like the gram
Quick to break the bones, get the hell on, scram
The concrete I fell on, police man slam
Get it four ways, streets grand slam
Had better days, seen hotter hands
Rare crowns cookin', I provide the pans
Play Billie Jean, watch the fiends dance
Leanin' like Mike, got him in a trance
In the street lights industries, no chance
Niggas wanna fight, let me see you stance
Standin' like Lindsey, with your low hands
Treat ya like a ho and at your head, I throw bands
On your mark get set go with my architect plans
Got my head spinnin', feelin' like a fan
It's just the first inning , well I be goddamned
Its Mr. Shotsland
Back by popular demand, Mr. Shotslandin
Rare crowns, we wear those
Back by popular, I said that already
If it ain't stoppin' ya, make it more deadly
Don't know what Daon, so I had to ask Reggie
I give it to ya dog like a old pot of spaghetti
When it comes to Lil' C's, ain't talkin' hot and ready
I hold the hawk steady, precise when I slice
Don't fear mere mortals watch men become mice
You tell me you gon' kill me, won't get a chance twice
Don't care if you feel me, I'm livin' my life
I had to pay the price, even when I can't afford it
I was in the shower, brother shittin' on the toilet
Permission slips denied, field trips aborted
Rebook classics on the children, he support it
Act a ass in class, came home and caught it
My family name known for the cane y'all snorted
If game is to be sold, explain who bought it
I love your music
Quick to break the bones, get the hell on, scram
The concrete I fell on, police man slam
Get it four ways, streets grand slam
Had better days, seen hotter hands
Rare crowns cookin', I provide the pans
Play Billie Jean, watch the fiends dance
Leanin' like Mike, got him in a trance
In the street lights industries, no chance
Niggas wanna fight, let me see you stance
Standin' like Lindsey, with your low hands
Treat ya like a ho and at your head, I throw bands
On your mark get set go with my architect plans
Got my head spinnin', feelin' like a fan
It's just the first inning , well I be goddamned
Its Mr. Shotsland
Back by popular demand, Mr. Shotslandin
Rare crowns, we wear those
Back by popular, I said that already
If it ain't stoppin' ya, make it more deadly
Don't know what Daon, so I had to ask Reggie
I give it to ya dog like a old pot of spaghetti
When it comes to Lil' C's, ain't talkin' hot and ready
I hold the hawk steady, precise when I slice
Don't fear mere mortals watch men become mice
You tell me you gon' kill me, won't get a chance twice
Don't care if you feel me, I'm livin' my life
I had to pay the price, even when I can't afford it
I was in the shower, brother shittin' on the toilet
Permission slips denied, field trips aborted
Rebook classics on the children, he support it
Act a ass in class, came home and caught it
My family name known for the cane y'all snorted
If game is to be sold, explain who bought it
I love your music
Writer: Terry Keemer
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