The Shocker

Silkk

Wassup, wassup?
Straight up muth*fkin' gangsta (muth*fkin' gangsta)
5, 4, 3, 2, 1

b*tch Im'a killa for reala
that's no joke
slide nigg* either fast or slow
I gotsta pop
nigg* don't stop
cuz one of us gotsta go
muth*fkas be trippin'
I'm from these streets where the mission is to die
Preparin' like I was to die
Down South, West Coast two sides
You girls be tryna' fade me
But ain't nothin' promised
Yah can't play me
You best be quick for talkin' that s**t
That Im'a gets that 380
I'm all up in yo' grill
Time tah chill
Pay my bills
Gotta stay real
Tru 2 da game
in fact
gonna lay back, flat
cuz I ain't the nigg* ta fk with
So you need tah step the fk off
Before I leave ya'll in a bag
Talkin' that trash, you get hauled off in a black truck
nigg* back up, stacks up
When I blast I'm never gonna miss
nigg* hollow tips in yo' s**t
b*tch wassup
nigg* now
lay the fk down
what now it's my block
co' shop down
nigg* top down
drop now
nigg* what's now
where's the pop now
Wassup baby gotta play me
Grab the 380
nigg* been shady
Even lately gotta watch his back
cuz he stacks
cuz them be trippin' on gats where I'm at
Strapped with a infrared pump
I'm not Kris Kross but I make em jump
nigg* front and turn
watch them bustas and they click run

chorus x2

b*tch I'm a killa
For real (The Shocker)
That's no joke
Strapped with a fo' fo'
ain't nothin changed since I done wen't solo (The Shocker)

1,2,3 you know Silkk a G
I know this dope game like I know my abc's

Silkk

b*tch I be quick to leave a nigg* lookin' like a cotex
nigg* c*cked like I ain't had no sex
And I be on time like a rolex
You can put me in a room with 10 of the best of 'em
I'd be the man in yo' face
So fk the rest of them
I'm the best of 'em
Ya b*tch be trippin' but ya'll nigg* don't scare

Big Ed

Yo man Silkk these ain't ready yet

Silkk

I know
that's why I'm giving them a chance
So they can prepare themselves
I be the man
Ya'll be trippin'
And ya'll be frontin' black
You think this the s**t my nigg*
Ya'll ain't here nuttin' yet
Cuz look deep into the eyes of a stuff
I gives a fk
Why I OUTTA!
fk You UP!
nigg* be hatin'
So proud that they dont wanna fkin' fight
Cuz I done fked his woman
and now all her girls have been fkin' light

Master P

what's yo' name homie? (SILKK)
What you came here to do? (SHOCK THE WORLD)

Chorus x3

Master P

It's time to flip a script
and turn a half into a million
and turn a hoe
into a zillion
my game be tight like the bulls
and after my shows there ain't NO LIMIT to the hoes I can pull
Girls be sweatin' me like Im'a bandana
My lyrics so gangsta the police keep them on the radar scanner
But I be tight like the Titanic
while ya'll suckas sellin' wammys
we on our way to the Grammys
3rd ward brothers that came up
Keep my name out yo' mouth
like Messy Marvin I'm gonna wipe you up
And yo' game better be tight
Cuz ain't no luv where I'm from from morning to night
Fools be bout it they be rowdy
Still puttin' money in the bank like Uncle Sam
And taxin' fools, dead
All ya'll suckas on the block are tryna stop me
Can't fade me
And me and Silkk be livin' large
Sippin' on mo wet but strapped with the plastic toys
Down South we be hustlin'
Settin' the line behind bustas that we ain't trustin
Ya'll better wake up and smell the aroma
Cuz we doin this from Down South to California

chorus x4

Master P

The Shocker, haha
Ain't nothin' change with No Limit
Straight up Ice Cream
We got some mo ice cream fo' ya'll