Still Shootin lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm still shootin mothaf*ckas, the warpath never stops
Dr Jekyll and Mr. Hyde is causin a homicide
Ya popped if you're plottin on a jack, punk
I'll see you comin from a mile away and light yo ass up
So if the funk is on you betta be strapped
'Cause you'll be bitin the nine once again black
Call me agent double O deuce four
I got a mini .380 in the sleeve of my coat
I'm a killa, the mothaf*ckin X to the R to the A-I-D-E-D L-O-C
Smokin n*ggas like some green bud
So if you see me in your hood you better duck
'Cause I'm jackin every thang from a cut to a mini truck
Better not be trippin, never slippin
It's just another mothaf*ckin grave that I'm diggin
40 swiggin got a n*gga bent and wanna kill
Fools tryna catch me slippin but they never will
I'm the mothaf*ckin X Loc, no joke
I'm from the Garden Blocc where mothaf*ckas get smoked
If your Daytons got a little more shine than the ones I got
I'ma get my nine and your sh*t is mine
You hella bold if you reach for your gat
'Cause I'm gonna put a hole in your ass and it's like that
Lynch, (You gonna be heaven sent fool)
n*ggas nuts on the walls of the room, I'm shooting mothaf*ckas
[Chorus]
'Cause I'll shoot your punk ass in a minute
I'll give you some of this (gunshots) or some of this (more gunshots)
'Cause I'll shoot your punk ass in a minute
I'll give you some of this (gunshots) or some of this (more gunshots)
'Cause I'll shoot your punk ass in a minute
I'll give you some of this (gunshots) or some of this (more gunshots)
'Cause I'll shoot your punk ass in a minute
I'll give you some of this (gunshots) or some of this (more gunshots)

[Verse 2]
I'm a trigger happy n*gga
I prove it every time that I ride
I'll kill a punk at the drop of a dime
For instance a n*gga talkin sh*t
Betta yet a fool tryna front for a b*tch, yeah
I'll give you some of this (gunshots) or some of this (gunshots)
It's just special effects but you can bet
n*gga aim n*gga hit, wanna trip n*gga trip
f*ck a fool's gun if he got a empty clip
Brotha Lynch (I'm a blast, I'm a blast, X)
Where your bullet land? (in that ass, in that ass)
n*ggas ain't sh*t, a b*tch is a dead b*tch
If she f*ck wit me, she gonna be sh*ttin lead bricks
'Cause I treat a hoe like a hoe should be treated
Instead of like a queen I'll treat a b*tch like a thief
I'll have a hoe terrified thinkin I'm a looney
Settin up her folks so I can jack 'em for they jewelry
Kickin down doors wavin gats f*ck a discussion
All I want is money if there ain't none then I'm bustin yeah
I'm killin mamas, daddys and nephews
I'm killin sons, daughters and sparin you
You could play the Rambo role like you're a down black brother
But picture this, I'm still shootin mothaf*ckas
[Chorus]
'Cause I'll shoot your punk ass in a minute
I'll give you some of this (gunshots) or some of this (more gunshots)
'Cause I'll shoot your punk ass in a minute
I'll give you some of this (gunshots) or some of this (more gunshots)
'Cause I'll shoot your punk ass in a minute
I'll give you some of this (gunshots) or some of this (more gunshots)
'Cause I'll shoot your punk ass in a minute
I'll give you some of this (gunshots) or some of this (more gunshots)

[Verse 3]
You crazy if you think you're gon get some
The only thing you're gon get is yourself smoked, punk
And if you ever wake your ass up
You're in a box 24 Deep, cold as a mothaf*ck
To ya n*ggas that dissed me
Or either tried to blast and ya missed me
Keep your strap on 'cause I'ma get my jack on
When I put my black on, payback is finna be on
Your brains gone, I'ma let it be known, trick
X-Raided was never the one to be f*cked with
'Cause you was sayin you was hard and all that sh*t
But when you found you couldn't quit, you moved your ass out of town with your b*tch
Dumb n*gga, I'm like the Terminator, loco
Kickin down doors with Brotha Lynch lookin for yo ass
Blast everybody in the house and f*ck gettin popped
Bullet wounds will get a n*gga caught
They tell the cops that they shot ya
You go to see the doctor and they got ya, huh
A n*gga like me leaves no evidence, sucka
When I'm jackin me a fool, I shoot the mothaf*cka
(Talking)
Yeah, once again it's on you know what I'm sayin?
That n*gga X mothaf*ckin Raided never gave a f*ck about sh*t
You run up and you gone, that's how it is, you know what I'm sayin?
Don't have your back against the wall like my boy Meek said
If you don't talk that sh*t, I might let your punk ass live
You know what I'm sayin? sayin? sayin?
(then again he might not)