Shot Off Lyrics - Living Legends - Eightball & Mjg

He, he, he, yeah 

What kind of nigga always run his mouth like a hoe? 

Like his jaw got a battery, this nigga always know 

Who got robbed, got shot, who got put on lock 

Nobody invited you and still you got up in the spot 

Me, I'm not a witness, keep my distance, mind my business 

You, somebody talk, you in they mouth like a dentist 

We keep it gangsta, mommas love it 'cause they know it's real 

Like UGK, we keeps it real, mobbin' through the field 

Big Ball, Fatboy, unload heat when my brain spill 

You for it, images without no coke connect pills 

We keep it crunk and poppin' real niggaz know the deal 

We Bad Boys, anywhere we at we smoke and kill 

You try to stop it, get yo' shit broke up in twenty pieces 

We roll deep in brand new vehicles wit secret features 

Game preachers move yo' pimpin' for you mamasitas 

We players on the field, y'all niggaz in them bleachers 

You talkin' down behind my back 

(Uh) 

You done shot off nigga 

Fifty, four or twenty sack, you done shot off nigga 

If you fly and got a gun 

(Uh) 

When the drama come, you run 

(Uh) 

You know what you just done, you done shot off nigga 

You talkin' down behind my back 

(Uh) 

You done shot off nigga 

Fifty, four or twenty sack, you done shot off nigga 

If you fly and got a gun 

(Uh) 

When the drama come, you run 

(Uh) 

You know what you just done, you done shot off nigga 

Man, come on now, you done shot off just like Mike Davis 

Lost a knockoff or his tight-ass shirt when the button pop off 

You standin' it's snowin' you got yo' shoes and socks on 

Who holds the key? No fucking 'bout it, I broke the lock off 

I grew the top off, took the comma, period, dot off 

And ran on wit it and broke you a whole lot off 

I'm gettin' hot and startin' to boil, don't turn the pot off 

You just affected wit it, pimpin' yo, get yo' rocks off 

Release some pressure, stop all that cryin' and wipe yo' snot off 

Excuses you be usin' for losin' it's cheap as hot sauce 

Earn yo' position, stop hatin' because you not boss 

MJG, pimp tight, I'm movin' yo' spot off 

And I don't reach, stoppin' yo' plans, fucking yo' plot off 

I go hard and I don't sheave and I'm not off 

And livin' on the edge rebellin' I'm never dropped off 

Like Aaron Hall, don't be afraid, bitch, call the cops off 

You talkin' down behind my back 

(Uh) 

You done shot off nigga 

Fifty, four or twenty sack, you done shot off nigga 

If you fly and got a gun 

(Uh) 

When the drama come, you run 

(Uh) 

You know what you just done, you done shot off nigga 

You talkin' down behind my back 

(Uh) 

You done shot off nigga 

Fifty, four or twenty sack, you done shot off nigga 

If you fly and got a gun 

(Uh) 

When the drama come, you run 

(Uh) 

You know what you just done, you done shot off nigga 

Now you can either check yo' ego at the do' or let 

The drama unfold and check my rap sheet, bitch 

I'm almost ten million sold, I'm only rappin' cause I want to 

I got enough plaques, needless to say, my favorite 

Rappers told me to get on this track and so I did it 

Quickly wrote my sixteen down and spit it 

By the end of the verse you'll say, once again, Ludacris, sit it 

Then I'll wipe this wit yo' face and put yo' pride in the trash 

My whole career is like my video, I'm showin' my ass 

I keeps it, "Gangsta, gangsta!", shooters and shanksters 

Until you shot off motherfuckers, I'm a thank you, thank you 

Runnin' yo' mouth behind my back until you run out of time but 

At least yo' talkin' let's me know some millions stay on yo' mind 

It ain't nothin' wrong wit that tell em grabbin' the thang 

And then I put it to yo' brain and change everything 

You ever hope fo' wit the .44 you'll be fallin' back and yacht 

Is what I'm drinkin' steady thinkin' 'bout these pigs chasin' 

I'm 'bout to bring home the bacon 

You talkin' down behind my back 

(Uh) 

You done shot off nigga 

Fifty, four or twenty sack, you done shot off nigga 

If you fly and got a gun 

(Uh) 

When the drama come, you run 

(Uh) 

You know what you just done, you done shot off nigga 

You talkin' down behind my back 

(Uh) 

You done shot off nigga 

Fifty, four or twenty sack, you done shot off nigga 

If you fly and got a gun 

(Uh) 

When the drama come, you run 

(Uh) 

You know what you just done, you done shot off nigga 

You talkin' down behind my back 

(Uh) 

You done shot off nigga 

Fifty, four or twenty sack, you done shot off nigga 

If you fly and got a gun 

(Uh) 

When the drama come, you run 

(Uh) 

You know what you just done, you done shot off nigga 

You talkin' down behind my back 

(Uh) 

You done shot off nigga 

Fifty, four or twenty sack, you done shot off nigga 

If you fly and got a gun 

(Uh) 

When the drama come, you run 

(Uh) 

You know what you just done, you done shot off nigga