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It’s some shooters in this house, it’s some shooters in this house It’s a whole bunch, a whole bunch of shooters in this house It’s some shooters in this house, it’s some shooters in this house If you wanna go to war, fuck it, nigga let’s shoot it out Walk up from my spot, see I don’t have a seat I just been there, 5 shoot outs last week He bought the run division, plus he moving in the kitchen Nobody make a move nigga when Scooter handling bizness Reaching in his pocket, Gucci slap him with the pistol Get your bitch ass down nigga, motherfucking move nigga Hood rich! Break up to your sister, I’m a sunder in the runner I don’t give a damn about it, but I make niggas with the tunner I got money in the jungle, tryina pop a kish kush Me and Scooter ain’t twins but we got twin choppers I Waka Flocka Flame a nigga hit em with the yapa I’m a street nigga, never be a partner to a copper What the fuck going on nigga? Who the fuck let these police ass nigga in? I don’t know Fuck at the spot nigga Letras de cancionesSnitching ass niggas got caught with a brick Same day call my phone for 30 seats I can see with one eye open like Slick Rick Fuck the police that’s why I rep about them bricks I ain’t did it nigga, but these bricks get remix When the choppa start spitting, nigga gonn get split Nigga rob me in the car, while it was 1996 Ever since the day, them niggas trying me since Bow down bruh Tell my nigga Raj here in ‘96 No, you get out boy You did You still gotta pay.. Nigga owed me a brick, that was 3 years ago Seen him in the club, niggas shot him in the throat Black amigo Scooter still rob me gold And I still got a lot of shooters on the pay roll I don’t Scooter I got shooters You got a shooter? Aye man what? Get it down by that fresh man, you’re sitting by the counter? I need ‘em bruh Yea, let ‘em in Aye, open the door nigga I need 50 of them pretty mills, this nigga at the store He waiting right now, Gucci is it a go? I hope it is, cause if it is, my shooters, they on go Shooter on the Scooter, brain them both He runnin right right now, she just came from way up the road 10 millimeter with 30 shots, make your fuckin head explode I got a traphouse mansion with some hard wood floors Can’t come in, I got burglar bar doors Trap going crazy, but I got it under control I just bust them open, fix em up and move them out the door Hoodest nigga in this building, man get Scooter on the phone I’m like a NBA coach, cause I keep shooters at my home All I know I never seen his face in my life Street smart so I know this nigga ain’t right Pull up at my spot, country car hit your lights Before you hit the door, you get robbed on sight It’s some shooters in this house, it’s some shooters in this house It’s a whole bunch, a whole bunch of shooters in this house It’s some shooters in this house, it’s some shooters in this house If you wanna go to war, fuck it, nigga let’s shoot it out It’s some shooters in this house, it’s some shooters in this house It’s a whole bunch, a whole bunch of shooters in this house It’s some shooters in this house, it’s some shooters in this house If you wanna go to war, fuck it, nigga let’s shoot it out From Letras Mania