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Shot Taker Video (MV)




Performed By: Big L
Language: English
Length: 1:22
Written by: Lamonte Brown Jr




Big L - Shot Taker Lyrics




When I sign a deal, a hundred thousand goin' to my hitman
Bodies on pre-order, need a live scan

Chop, rock a nigga block like a metal band
Slipknots on my rolls, gettin' hella bands
My dick good, baby girl, go and tell a friend
Buss down the whole P, call it hand to hand

Silly niggas on the net, goin' band for band
I'm talkin' Deeds and real estate, I really got a plan
Slow feet don't eat, you better lace em up
Get a sack, make it flip, go on a little run

Get some guns, little nigga better bundle up
That nigga keep his hand out, f*ckin' up the trust
Bad bitch on my lap, she tryna give it up
Whisper in my ear, she tryna give a belly rub

We from the east, keep it simple, really from the slums
It's called family, get a bag to be one of us
You a pump faker, I'm a shot taker
Glock 23 in my shirt, I'm a Laker

Big bag, baby, let me f*ck you on this table
Fat Mack, all kinda bitches in the stable
Tryna be a boss, really tryna run a label
Can't break the code, man, this shit can get fatal

Tie a nigga up, no rope, grab a cable
FN, leave a hole in a nigga like a bagel
You a pump faker, I'm a shot taker
Glock 23 in my shirt, I'm a Laker

Big bag, baby, let me f*ck you on this table
Fat Mack, all kinda bitches in the state
Tryna be a boss, really tryna run a label
Can't break the code, man, this shit can get fatal

Tie a nigga up, no rope, grab a cable
FN, leave a hole in a nigga like a bagel
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When I sign a deal, a hundred thousand goin' to my hitman
Bodies on pre-order, need a live scan

Chop, rock a nigga block like a metal band
Slipknots on my rolls, gettin' hella bands
My dick good, baby girl, go and tell a friend
Buss down the whole P, call it hand to hand

Silly niggas on the net, goin' band for band
I'm talkin' Deeds and real estate, I really got a plan
Slow feet don't eat, you better lace em up
Get a sack, make it flip, go on a little run

Get some guns, little nigga better bundle up
That nigga keep his hand out, f*ckin' up the trust
Bad bitch on my lap, she tryna give it up
Whisper in my ear, she tryna give a belly rub

We from the east, keep it simple, really from the slums
It's called family, get a bag to be one of us
You a pump faker, I'm a shot taker
Glock 23 in my shirt, I'm a Laker

Big bag, baby, let me f*ck you on this table
Fat Mack, all kinda bitches in the stable
Tryna be a boss, really tryna run a label
Can't break the code, man, this shit can get fatal

Tie a nigga up, no rope, grab a cable
FN, leave a hole in a nigga like a bagel
You a pump faker, I'm a shot taker
Glock 23 in my shirt, I'm a Laker

Big bag, baby, let me f*ck you on this table
Fat Mack, all kinda bitches in the state
Tryna be a boss, really tryna run a label
Can't break the code, man, this shit can get fatal

Tie a nigga up, no rope, grab a cable
FN, leave a hole in a nigga like a bagel
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Writer: Lamonte Brown Jr
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