Shoot 2 Kill Songtext
von Stitches

Supply and Demand Productions

These niggas ain′t real, dawg
I shoot guns to kill, dawg
I just want some meals, dawg
Screaming fuck the deal, dawg
These niggas ain't real, no
These niggas ain′t real, no

I shoot guns to kill all
I shoot guns to kill all
These niggas ain't real (ain't real), no
These niggas ain′t real (ain′t real), no
I shoot guns to kill (to kill) all
I shoot guns to kill (to kill) all


My back against the wall
I'm losing my mind, is time for murder
How could I see you as a threat?
When you are somebody that I never heard of?
You got a Uzi, I got a Teck
And my homie keep a burner (grrah)
I give them the look, they laugh like a creep
And then we go, then we just burn you (brrt)

I′m tired of liars, I'm tired of rumors
They gained me some money that I should′ve got sooner
Blackballed in the rap game, them brothers saw me sell cocaine
They rather see me in the prison though (bah)
My children up in though (ugh!)
Writing letters, making calls
Thinking about the days we used to ball

I shoot you down
I shoot you down, down, down
I shoot you down (I shoot you down)
I shoot you down
I shoot you down, down, down
I shoot you down (I shoot you down)
I shoot you down, down, down


These niggas ain't real, dawg
I shoot guns to kill, dawg
I just want some meals, dawg
Screaming fuck the deal, dawg
These niggas ain′t real, no
These niggas ain't real, no

I shoot guns to kill all
I shoot guns to kill all
These niggas ain't real (ain′t real), no
These niggas ain′t real (ain't real), no
I shoot guns to kill (to kill) all
I shoot guns to kill (to kill) all

If I pulled drive-by, bandana on my face (ha-ha)
If I pulled drive-by, then I′ma have to beat the case (I beat it)
All of that shit you talk on the phone
Keep the energy when I'm in your home
Robbery, homicide, are you a gangsta? You decide
I don′t want any apology letters
I don't wanna hear that bullshit that you happy that I′m doing better
There is a lie, niggas like you should be crucified
The only time that you believe in God Is every time you about to die

You the type to go to jail, read a bible
I'm the type to go to jail and be a psycho (ha-ha-ha)
You the type of motherfucker shoot a handgun
I'm the type of motherfucker shoot a rifle
And I know, that you know, that I know that you is a damn hoe
And I know, that you know I′m a devil driving in a Lambo′ (ha-ha)

These niggas ain't real, dawg
I shoot guns to kill, dawg
I just want some meals, dawg
Screaming fuck the deal, dawg
These niggas ain′t real, no
These niggas ain't real, no

I shoot guns to kill all
I shoot guns to kill all
These niggas ain′t real (ain't real), no
These niggas ain′t real (ain't real), no
I shoot guns to kill (to kill) all
I shoot guns to kill (to kill) all