Susi: D minor
Intro 1
G#m
D#
G#m
D#
Verse 1
in scolio form,
arm wrestle you with my polio arm and a rodeo bond.
D#
Nowadays I see emcees get on stage,
G#m
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
D#
The firearm long like fist to armpit,
G#m
sergeant soft shooter, a gifted marksman
Setsaki, rip the mic nigga, watch me,
the kamikaze, bit me high to your body
D#
Shower posse, show up to your party,
everybody go home now, put your microphone down
I'ma hold him down
Interrogation techniques,
I'ma show you how
D#
I'ma ask you two times, then after that
I'ma roll you a blunt with a plastic cap
G#m
You understand what I'm sayin'?
Your man's not playin'
You'll be 21 grams lighter
after the weigh -in
G#m
Wolfgang came in a bangin'
G#m
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?
D#
His boss was sendin' him off,
he was lost
G#m
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
D#
They're hoping that I fail
But the race has been won
But they don't know that
G#m
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
D#
Now how real is this situation
That I stand
And when does a sharp shooter
My whole team aiming them red beams
It's no games
It takes me no brains
To leave you with no flames
This is so unfair
You should start praying to
Cause really all I gotta do is
cock and squeeze
And your brain's on the ground
looking like cottage cheese
D#
While I'm in the trees with top notch
MC's
Sharing brilliant ideas and
philosophies about
G#m
How we're gonna stack
this money and lounge
In a town where there's a whole
lot of nothing around
D#
Try to stop the process and
I'm hunting you down
Then put your faggot ass
in front of the ground
Now fuck around
it's the sharpshooters
Blasting at the blasting cap
It's the
Sharpshooters
Nothing but sharp things,
claws and claws, let's do this
Sharpshooters, it's the
Sharpshooters
If it's a mission that we on,
you know I mapped it out
It's the
Sharpshooters
My own team of heavy street
Me fall off in the game, picture that
You got beef in the street, and hee
D#
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
G#m
And I still ain't forgot what you said,
nigga
I'm down to turn that white till
you rockin' to a ketchup red
D#
When the slugs catch up to your head
and pop you dead
A closed casket,
G#m
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
I leave it up dust to shower the shit
You got beef,
G#m
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
John
Gotti, we see how gangsters you are
G#m
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
Rockin' sharpshooter shit,
G#m
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'
Queens in
Arabian garb
Suicide bomb your squad, screamin'
Allahu
Held on the leash, released for beast wars
Mad rappin' with a backpack strapped to
C4
Obama that popped the
llama in bodily armor
G#m
Shots penetrate your armor
The young
Yappie
Kodo in the dojo blowin' drone
Clappin' to 4 -4,
want it for murder in the float
D#
Crazy motherfucker, I'm sick,
it's been known
Rhymes are tauter than bars,
it's down -syndrome
G#m
On top, raise the head front page
Up center stage with the gauge
Gotta remove your hips
from your legs
attack and murder prey
G#m
D#
Don't ever bore a son,
G#m
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
Nothing but sharp fangs,
G#m
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
G#m
My whole team of heavy street
D#
G#m
dudes tapping out
None of you niggas in the block want beef
You can slam on your face like you fighting
Tito
Ortiz
your man will hear your neck pop
I'll do your whole clique with an
G#m
8 -ball and a sweat sock
I draw the line, cross it, get shot
My wolves will lead a mountain,
scatter the whole flock
Mac out, splatter the whole
Glock I'm mad at the whole lot,
G#m
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
D#
I paint my name on your back like
Connector
Dot
And yo, I get that movin'
These motherfuckers know the deal,
see I don't fuck a sleep
You know my fuckin'
hand be on the steel
D#
Quick with ammo, come equipped
G#m
D#
When I squeeze from the hip
G#m
It's the sharpshooters,
it's the sharpshooters
Blastin' at the blastin' cap bomb unit
it's the sharpshooters
Nothin' but sharp things,
G#m
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
G#m
My own team of heavy street
you
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