Lyrical Breakdown of Shoot Tha **** - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Shoot Tha ****" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Tech N9ne weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Shoot Tha ****" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Guns, we don't need your funds
It's bye-bye time to the ones
Fortune with hums
If you don't get none, nigga, you dumb
Scavanging for crumbs
See, you wanna live life like a bum
Nigga, fuck is you from?
I come in with the polls
Straight through your nose
Hanging with all my roags
See me, they roar
I can't get in with these clothes
Get stopped at the front door
Go ahead, niggas wanna be hoes
Nigga, don't play my flows
I'mma wait outside your club
Liquor and drugs
Tryna get me a little bit of love
From a hoe who go so low to the floor, then go get a little grub
At the bar we chug
At the house getting drunk
Mushrooms, don't you try them, from the Midwest side
Go high
No matter how hard you try
My enemies they die
So you better forget your pride
If you don't wanna die
Who ever said Tech N9na was lies
Put your hands to the side
Quiet
Shoot the shit
We killers, we sin
Shoot the shit
We killers, we sin
Shoot the shit
We quick to stick your bitch
Shoot the shit
The westside is getting lit
Shoot the shit
Going up at 6
Shoot the shit
Your girl swinging on my dick
Shoot the shit
Kansas City the greatest
Shoot the shit
Play the hands, they can't fade us
Make every bitch get hot when I shoot the shit down
Make every bitch get hot when I shoot the shit down
Make every nigga hate when I shoot the shit down
Make every nigga hate when I shoot the shit down
Make every bitch get hot when I shoot the shit down
Make every bitch get hot when I shoot the shit
Make every nigga hate when I shoot the shit down
Make every nigga hate when I shoot the shit down
I'm from the place where you get dividends
Got me fucking your girlfriend, let's trick begin
The homies are insane
Pop off with no shame
But Bear's not one to play, but they had no name
Juan bring the ice, bout to fuck up the world
Hit your girl maybe twice, come rock my world
Selling beats, make a grand
Play to expand
Got my dick in your hand
Cause you know I'm the man
That's how we do on the Midwest, motherfucker, don't test
Leave you a bloody mess
Should've worn my vest
Life with no stress
Living my dreams
Status of a baller, now you wanna join the team
You haters got no skill
Never had a deal
Homie, just keep it real
You ain't got no skill
So stop with the games you respect our names
Take your life, this the king, we hot like flames
Motherfucker!
Shoot the shit
We killers, we sin
Shoot the shit
We killers, we sin
Shoot the shit
We quick to stick your bitch
Shoot the shit
The westside is getting lit
Shoot the shit
Going up at 6
Shoot the shit
Your girl swinging on my dick
Shoot the shit
Kansas City the greatest
Shoot the shit
Play the hands, they can't fade us
Make every bitch get hot when I shoot the shit down
Make every bitch get hot when I shoot the shit down
Make every nigga hate when I shoot the shit down
Make every nigga hate when I shoot the shit down
Make every bitch get hot when I shoot the shit down
Make every bitch get hot when I shoot the shit
Make every nigga hate when I shoot the shit down
Make every nigga hate when I shoot the shit down
Green, Roag Dog green
Hustling in my nature, getting paper by any means
Gradguated on tripple beams
If you got the cream
Come at us like fiends
Roll the bean on our team
After party's stupid hoes
Who roll with more
Living life, bitches coming out of they clothes
For the camera, they pose
Hoes wanna be stars
Bounce that ass like a ball
Make the fuck out this hall
You was silent clown 'em all
Listen to that bullshit, I'd rather listen to us
Knowin that you can't compare
Who said it? Nigga, Bear
Except the facts, but you really don't wanna go there
Have you hollaring like hoes
Friction knows
See you running to your trunk, but I stop you with the 44
Had to let the gat bust, your ass getting fucked
Nigga, we shoot the shit, and your shit is shot up, nigga
Shoot the shit
We killers, we sin
Shoot the shit
We killers, we sin
Shoot the shit
We quick to stick your bitch
Shoot the shit
The westside is getting lit
Shoot the shit
Going up at 6
Shoot the shit
Your girl swinging on my dick
Shoot the shit
Kansas City the greatest
Shoot the shit
Play the hands, they can't fade us
Make every bitch get hot when I shoot the shit down
Make every bitch get hot when I shoot the shit down
Make every nigga hate when I shoot the shit down
Make every nigga hate when I shoot the shit down
Make every bitch get hot when I shoot the shit down
Make every bitch get hot when I shoot the shit
Make every nigga hate when I shoot the shit down
Make every nigga hate when I shoot the shit down