Letra de Targets

INTRO
Look - They just shot my man - my man, but I won't go to jail - I plan I plan, if it bubble let it simmer - cool out, got em running for the door like we letting school out, News shouts the owner's a rat - even if I'm broke I can loan em a gat - stay fat but we hungry still - come jump off the bridge test bungee skills, Want some mils with disposable income - crew from jail - I don't know where my friends from -- but they paperwork right - wait for a week - what the neighbor look like, Stop saving y'all fights punch a cop in the mouth - I ain't going to do it, but I'll run in y'all house, Don't do it for the gram, I do it for yams so I'm moving with the can, Bullying ya man - stab an OG, Pulling up dolo don't have a co-d, knocked out dudes fore I had a goatee, I can boom bap or trap with codeine, Bad and boujee - I'm fat and blow me, 2 time felon so the gat is low key - have a better price then you have to show me, get masked up we could pass for goalies, Slap mother fuckers like I'm packing stogies , Then we cooked on the stove - no raviolis - wrap for the cream didn't have cannoli's - been doing bids since they drafted Kobe, Hole time but the staff condone me, female guard and her ass console me, heard a little rumor that she smashed the homie - ya shooter might blast but his past is phony, Do homework and it's not for kids - law library when I got the bid, Patience and pills no doctor gig, big pop in his crib like he rock to big, Remix three licks only two went smooth, Took a lil trip to the 312 - chilled for a day - got pussy and food - now I'm looking for the people that be looking to move, I ain't gonna front - I ain't cook in few - keep shit quiet like a cushion or two - make drippy eggs if you scramble with us - y'all start beef - don't handle it much, I start LLC's and small business - catalog LL Bean but no bitch shit - 1/2 of ya mans can't shop there - welcome home they just shot a cop here, 2C - that's where my cell was - state parole still got to sell bud - bell rung got to pick up the kids - 10 year buzz what kind of liquor is this, Fuck the flick of the wrist use my fingertips - to get the message across - when I be letting em off - it get repetitive dog - how many weapons you tossed -- find a lil money but the lesson is lost, I don't rep nothing but my kids and my moms - and they don't even like me but we getting along, I did everything that I threaten in songs - it's really not a threat if we getting it on, Paying two houses - don't even fuck there - trapped in the trap see a lot of people stuck there -- - got a lotta people upstairs - want to send love I'm about to send you up there!
(Gunshot) then silence
Alright back to the grind - almost finished - put the money in the music now my promo spinning, How these homos winning - got to blame the fans, only thing you that you point is ya finger on the stand, mop ringer in my hand - razor in my mouth -- semi auto glade when we spray it in ya house, Lay a nigga down - like he staying on my couch always asking bout work - never saying an amount - don't cash checks - savings accounts - ran out of weed but I'll blaze when I'm out, Need a lil break and a home cooked meal - coke so raw that it don't look real - stepped on it, took a block and we repped on it, every gram come back hard - ain't got to check on it, Its ya birthday -- here's a step daughter, white girl went down -- niggas slept on her -- Ain't get with her in years - Chef crack eggs - salt and pepper in the beard, Do a nigga dirty but we get away clean - gun in my locker on my 7th grade team, No burial - that's a family job, grandmothers giving head that's a Grammy nod, Ugh - Here's another nomination - liquor no chaser that's a combination - years overlooked led to domination - lawyer overbooked but he squeeze a nigga case in, No probation - rather do the bid - fuck with the King put a savage on your lid, don't have it where I live - shop Out of town - find a lil city where it's not going down, Make a lil noise til they do investigations - don't have a case didn't even leave casings, turn into a paste while it's basting - use moderation - don't ever chase it basic, We can rob base it - EZ rock - or wait a month then we seize the spot - kill a dozen rappers if you leave me PAC - people feel threatened so they need me shot! Your gun ain't a threat if you squeeze it or not - why leave it in the car when you needing it cocked- ain't no robbery - this is revenge ain't probably - learn that it isn't pretend
Pesos and yen - needing the passport - get the fuck away - like I'm leaving to Mansford - - with a heater in the Jansport - transport - guzzle plane bottles that my mans bought, Watching friends make a couple of mil - if that don't inspire you - there's nothing that will - the pain don't fade with a couple of pills - that's why a couple billion is suffering still, Millions of rappers a dozen is real - double up the shootings if my cousin appeal - he don't give a fuck about a publishing deal - Now we back in the trap - What the fuck is the deal!!!
OUTRO BY SHABAZZ THE OG