Shotgun Fire lyrics

Artist  : Jim Jones 
Song : Shotgun Fire



 Send "Shotgun Fire" Ringtone to your Cell 

 [Intro / Chorus]

Dip-Set, uh

(Jones) Money on mind

(Capo Status) Mind on my money

(Dip-set nigga) My money on mind

(You know the streets is what it is nigga) Mind
on my money

(Watch ya step and watch ya moves) My money on
mind

Mind on my money

My money on mind



[Verse 1]

Shit, make 'em believe in this prophecy
(movement)

You can see I'm tryin to lead my democracy
(Dip-Set)

To get money and rip sleeve off of my city (New
York)

And slow down, then try to breeze thru the
projects B (Taft)

And how I speeds in velocity (160)

We came up movin keys of that knotty B (that
Yae-Yo)

My man caught 10, couldn't find the keys to the
lobby B

The boys rushed him, 2 keys of mahogany
(Damn!)

In my life you can't see me not possibly
(Nooo!)

How we swoop up in Harlem, 20 Coupes when we
mobbin'

40 troops if it's problems (What Nowww!)

Cause 1 nigga you know is a shotgun driver (jus 1
nigga)

Ready to dump triggers, that shotgun fire
(blakka!)

I ain't gone front nigga I shot some guys up

(didn't kill 'em though, fuck 'em though)

And they came back to my block like riders
(Yop!)

But I'm like "Crouching Tiger", spin,
roll, crouch and fire (Boom, Yea!)

A fast retally (Uh Huh!)

Now it's cash we tally

Miami, Atlanta, fuck it we smash to Cali
(L.A.X.!)

Back on L.A. Ave, you know the Lennox strip

Where they Henny sip

Beef we let the semi rip



[Chorus]

Mind on my money, my money on mind

Mind on my money, my money on mind

Mind on my money, my money on mind

You fuck wit Dip-Set, I will press on this .9

Mind on my money, my money on mind

Mind on my money, my money on mind

Mind on my money, my money on mind

You fuck wit my paper, I'll press on this .9



[Verse 2]

And yeah we world renowned (U.S.)

And I might twirl thru town (uh huh)

And in a Dip-Set mansion is where ya girl be
found (hollaaa!)

How can a pearl be drowned (yea)

How can a diamond not shine (uh huh)

Man I'm on my G mack

I scoop up dimes all the time (bad bitches)

They love my pimp juice (yeah)

I let my crimps loose

They get a glimpse, ooooooo

Some went and cinch douche'

Scoop her feed her feed her shrimp soup (that's
right)

Mind fuck her, brain fuck her

mouth screw her 'til it hurt, uh, (then what?)
shit

She scream "Do me it hurt" (uh huh)

Ill have her movin' that work

I mean 2 of them chirps

Up in her Dooney and Bourke (gettin' money)

So ruthless it hurts

I mean I'm truely bezerk

When I scoop up my cash man, I swoop up and murk
(errrrrrrrr!)

Yea, a trick and a bag bitch (uh huh)

2 bricks and a bad bitch

Shit, them bitches mackin' (they love me)

I'm as sick as maggot (rite)

But I don't fuck wit no bitch if she ain't worth
no chips or no cabbage



[Chorus]



[Verse 3]

I'm so problematic (yeah)

And do to servin' Harlem-matics (damn)

My fame and fortune still revolve wit' static
(that beef)

Still involve wit' savage types that move
drugs

365 all around set every nite (perrico)

I ain't the passive type (nope)

On the benches where I crashed them nites
(movin')

Blowin' hemp, movin' slabs of white
(hustlin')

Spend days up in court

How I shaved weight to snort

Give that to the press or Dave Mays in the source
(suttin to read about)

Yes, since success it has changed

Since we, stepped up in this game and stepped up
wit' our game (ballin')

No more chef cuttin' cain

Hoes X'd up in they brain

Lemme sex up in the Range

So much princess cuts in my chains (Bling!)



[Chorus]