in scolio form,
arm wrestle you with my polio arm and a rodeo bond.
Nowadays I see emcees get on stage,
they look like parakeets in a cage
Grab the mic like they afraid to palm it,
till I bomb it, the
LRAS lays the target
The firearm long like fist to armpit,
sergeant soft shooter, a gifted marksman
Setsaki, rip the mic nigga, watch me,
the kamikaze, bit me high to your body
Shower posse, show up to your party,
everybody go home now, put your microphone down
Go pour some water,
I'ma hold him down
Interrogation techniques,
I'ma show you how
I'ma ask you two times, then after that
I'ma roll you a blunt with a plastic cap
You understand what I'm sayin'?
Your man's not playin'
You'll be 21 grams lighter
after the weigh -in
Sharpshooters aimin',
Wolfgang came in a bangin'
Dem was the nigga that
maintained sprayed him
Yeah, I sprayed him
It was strictly biz the way
I laid him
The pressure, or was it cuz I hated him?
His boss was sendin' him off,
he was lost
Now he's 6 feet deep paying the cost
Yo my enemies are unfit
They keep moving like they don't
know I'm too strategic
For this dumb shit
They're hoping that I fail
But the race has been won
But they don't know that
Because it's slower than a snail
It's too easy
But I don't feel guilty
Cause if he slow pokes at it
That way they would kill me
Now how real is this situation
That I stand
And when does a sharp shooter
Got time for playing
My whole team aiming them red beams
It's no games
It takes me no brains
To leave you with no flames
I got you so pegged
This is so unfair
You should start praying to
the man upstairs
Cause really all I gotta do is
cock and squeeze
And your brain's on the ground
looking like cottage cheese
While I'm in the trees with top notch
MC's
Sharing brilliant ideas and
philosophies about
How we're gonna stack
this money and lounge
In a town where there's a whole
lot of nothing around
Try to stop the process and
I'm hunting you down
Then put your faggot ass
in front of the ground
Now fuck around
The sharpshooters,
it's the sharpshooters
Blasting at the blasting cap
It's the
Sharpshooters, it's the
Sharpshooters
Nothing but sharp things,
claws and claws, let's do this
It's the
Sharpshooters, it's the
Sharpshooters
If it's a mission that we on,
you know I mapped it out
It's the
Sharpshooters, it's the
Sharpshooters
My own team of heavy street
dudes tappin' down
Me fall off in the game, picture that
You got beef in the street, and hee
Call your man, I get to that I got small ones
that go pop -pop and click -clack
And big ones strong enough
to push a bus back
And I still ain't forgot what you said,
nigga
I'm down to turn that white till
you rockin' to a ketchup red
When the slugs catch up to your head
and pop you dead
A closed casket,
you gon' rock instead
So tell your mans ain't no need
for sendin' flowers and shit
When I'm on,
fiends come through and devour the shit
The block is dry,
I leave it up dust to shower the shit
You got beef,
I slide through and twin tower your shit
Dynamite, I'll harass you niggas
Like pullin' your shorts
down in front of chicks
I'll embarrass you niggas
Actin' like you
John
Gotti, we see how gangsters you are
When you find pieces of your son's body
I fucked him out and ate his lunch,
now he got his hands full
Hole in his head and legs in the trunk
The chick I'm with ain't
hearin' the bitch
Rockin' sharpshooter shit,
lookin' for the next kid to switch
Make your mouth sneeze on them
C's like bullets never endin'
Lead a machine smokin' while
the turrets still spinnin'
Mujahideen from
Queens in
Arabian garb
Suicide bomb your squad, screamin'
Allahu
Akbar
Held on the leash, released for beast wars
Mad rappin' with a backpack strapped to
C4
Barack
Obama that popped the
llama in bodily armor
Shots penetrate your armor
The young
Yappie
Kodo in the dojo blowin' drone
Clappin' to 4 -4,
want it for murder in the float
Crazy motherfucker, I'm sick,
it's been known
Rhymes are tauter than bars,
it's down -syndrome
On top, raise the head front page
Up center stage with the gauge
Gotta remove your hips
from your legs
Backpack and vertebrae,
attack and murder prey
Don't ever bore a son,
I swore I thought I heard him say
The sharpshooters,
it's the sharpshooters
Blastin' at the blastin' cap, bomb unit
It's the sharpshooters,
it's the sharpshooters
Nothing but sharp fangs,
claws and claws, let's do this
It's the
Sharpshooters, it's the
Sharpshooters
If it's a mission that we on,
you know I mapped it out
It's the
Sharpshooters, it's the
Sharpshooters
My whole team of heavy street
dudes tapping out
None of you niggas in the block want beef
You can slam on your face like you fighting
Tito
Ortiz
Plus I'll wreck shop,
your man will hear your neck pop
I'll do your whole clique with an
8 -ball and a sweat sock
I draw the line, cross it, get shot
My wolves will lead a mountain,
scatter the whole flock
I get the
Mac out, splatter the whole
Glock I'm mad at the whole lot,
I said it to get it hot
I wrote it, so when I quote it, I spit it,
went pop
You can disrespect me,
but not when I'm holdin' the
Glock
I paint my name on your back like
Connector
Dot
And yo, I get that movin'
in your neck to stop
These motherfuckers know the deal,
see I don't fuck a sleep
You know my fuckin'
hand be on the steel
Quick with ammo, come equipped
When I squeeze from the hip
It's the sharpshooters,
it's the sharpshooters
Blastin' at the blastin' cap bomb unit
It's the sharpshooters,
it's the sharpshooters
Nothin' but sharp things,
paws and claws, let's do this
It's the sharpshooters,
it's the sharpshooters
If it's a mission that we on,
you know I mapped it out
It's the sharpshooters,
it's the sharpshooters
My own team of heavy street
dudes tappin' out
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