I'll Be the Shooter - G-Unit

I’ll, I’ll be the shooter, I’ll, I’ll be the shooter

I’ll, I’ll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger

I’ll pop somethin through ya, dirty is what I’ll do ya

I’ll, I’ll use the cig, the pump or the german luger

I’ll, I’ll be the shooter, I’ll, I’ll be the shooter

I’ll, I’ll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger

I’ll pop somethin through ya, dirty is what I’ll do ya

I’ll, I’ll use the cig, the pump or the german luger

I’ll, I’ll be the shooter

I’ll bang out, I’ll, I’ll, I’ll bang out

Find out shit is real when I’m at you with that thang out

Cause all kind of commotion when a nigga get blast off

The spot we’ll get his cash off that after no mask off

Pussy your heart pumpin but your brain gone

Think somethin sweet I snatch the heat and get the flame throwin

I stuff two different caliber shells in my revolver

Thirty eight, thirty two, Ross you got a problem

Start me I’ll never stop I’m layin at your mama’s spot

Squeeze till the llama hot I’ll have your ass in drama ack

I’ll cause havoc you come in my vicinity

Mother fuck the police officer Rick the enemy!!!

(Lloyd Banks)

I’ll, I’ll be the shooter, I’ll, I’ll be the shooter

I’ll, I’ll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger

I’ll pop somethin through ya, dirty is what I’ll do ya

I’ll, I’ll use the cig, the pump or the german luger

I’ll, I’ll be the shooter, I’ll, I’ll be the shooter

I’ll, I’ll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger

I’ll pop somethin through ya, dirty is what I’ll do ya (YEAH!)

I’ll, I’ll use the cig, the pump or the german luger

Uh, it’s been «Deeper than Rap», I eat, shit, go to sleep with my gat

It’s us three against the industry, let’s keep it like that

Click-CLACK, getcha goons, fuck all the talkin

Niggas yappin 'bout who dress the best, get 'em Gucci coffins

When we tombstone, bullets hurt, 40s' break a few bones

Come around, ya fool!

And my shorty’s takin jewels home

Follow 'em then hallow 'em, take two these and goggle 'em

You ride wid 'em, you die wid 'em, chances of survival thin

The sharks is out you divin in?

Dare you niggas try to swim

There’s no odds, I gotta win, wobble 'em with the WHOP-WHOP

Shaky backgrounds, you probably with the cops

You ain’t street, you need to stop, I breathe the hood, I be the block

Heater

(Tony Yayo)

I’ll, I’ll be the shooter, I’ll, I’ll be the shooter

I’ll, I’ll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger

I’ll pop somethin through ya, dirty is what I’ll do ya

I’ll, I’ll use the cig, the pump or the german luger

I’ll, I’ll be the shooter, I’ll, I’ll be the shooter (Yeah!)

I’ll, I’ll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger (Right!!)

I’ll pop somethin through ya, dirty is what I’ll do ya

(WE GON' RIDE ON ALL Y’ALL NIGGAS ONE BY ONE!!)

I’ll, I’ll use the cig, the pump or the german luger

Niggas wanna kill me, I’m gettin money for God sakes

That purple-urple fucked Phelps up with Corn Flakes

Kick in the door man, big .44 man

Mortician morgue man, fill you with straws man

Black President, I voted for Obama

I voted in the hood, so I voted with my llama

Everyday is drama, everyday is karma

He got SHOT last week, so let’s press his baby mama

That was home of the boldest, adolesence whylin

Shorty got killed, they burin sneakers on the island

«Maybach Music», y’all niggas want trouble?

I run up on that C.O.

snap his ass in a bubble