(Chorus)   Err'ybody get your   shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off   Stay strapped homie this shit is about to pop off   Me I be a G from way back in the day   With that I don't give a fuck about your set, type mentality      (Blaze)   I'll shoot you in the day, like my heater stay on toast   And Grundy build a casket for you as soon as you a ghost   I got an itchy trigger finger and I'm scratching like a DJ   15 shells in my pocket, who wanna see me   Khakis stay on fold, brew ice-cold   And my homeboy rapping to a chicken that he know   Here come a car up the street, rolling real slow   With a wannabe, baby G, hanging out the window   Looking close, like he knows me   Fuck set!, Buck shots splattered his ass all over his homies upholstery   Trying to play me closely, but my approach be   Buck'em all till they fall with my shotgun      (Chorus 2x)   Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off   Stay strapped homie this shit is about to pop off   Me I be a G from way back in the day   With that I don't give a fuck about your set, type mentality      (Anybody Killa)   If I keep my self alive, something just might happen   Like my gun clapping, or a motherfucker's head crackin'   My nerves are shot, I'm sweaty and hot   Always shaking, looking just like Michael J. Fox   Save me, help me take me out this mind frame   Without the choppin' on you hoes cause I'm insane   Me and Colton be getting Grundy in the hood   Knocking down your doorway, jacking all your goods   Look into the barrel of my shotgun, watch yourself   Fucking wit me, is just bad for your health   So when you see me coming, best be thinking whether you want to live or die   Cause my anger's increasing, so watch out   Cause we ain't playing pimp, move the fuck over   All up our face, acting like we know ya   But if you really want to get that close,   Then prepare yourself, to be filled with holes      (Chorus 2x)   Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off   Stay strapped homie this shit is about to pop off   Me I be a G from way back in the day   With that I don't give a fuck about your set, type mentality      (Esham)   Sawed off shotgun and I'm about to dump   Sippin' on some syrup, speakers on bump   Cruising down 7 mile, cash bed of pile   You think my shotgun won't blast, bat a thou-   I'm all cheddar style; throw your body off Bell Isle Bridge   Don't push me cause, I'm over the edge   Been fell off the ledge, with a hole in my head   Only reason Colton Grundy see me cause he been dead   Boy I'm nothing to play with; my shotgun murdered 9 federal agents   I kill them all ages,   Bloodstain the front pages   This shit is outrageous,   Me, Blaze, and ABK need to be locked in cages   Police been after me, I cause a catastrophe   All because my shotgun said Blasphemy   Now another shotgun casualty      (Chorus 2x)   Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off   Stay strapped homie this shit is about to pop off   Me I be a G from way back in the day   With that I don't give a fuck about your set, type mentality      (Blaze)   4 bullets left in my pocket, I'm a madman   Three more people wanna test me   3 bullets left in my pocket, I'm a madman   Two more people wanna test me   2 bullets left in my pocket, I'm a madman   One more person wanna test me   1 bullets left in my pocket, I'm a madman   Don't nobody wanna test me      "Damn! Fuck! I ran outta muthafuckin ammo, unless you count the box of shells i got in the glove compartment!"