Lyrics Shots Fired - MG

Strap up, cause am going in,
Real soldiers go to war to win,
Shoot back when you hear dem'
Shots fired, brah brah
Shots fired, Wadup
If its war then its war to be,
You ain't ready for the war of the streets.
Run for cover when you hear dem'

Shots fired, brah brah (What you waiting for, Wait up)
Don't know what happened to that tough guy at the gutter
I don't really give a fuck, guy
That we can get to scrap and level up guy.
Am with it
Light them up like a blunt, either Philly or the dutch.
Peel the guts, pop a clutch, let them niggas know what up.(Wadup)
Black hoodie, black verdicts, black manes.(Wadup)
Black hearts, black souls, back lash.(Wadup)
Squad on deck, how you want it nigga.
Leave your shirt wet. K... a Nigga
You better vacate,
My nigga don't play. When I say O.K they be like A.K.
Hundred clips for the tongues of the snitches.
Whole crew never knew that your dogs turned to bitches.
I don't ask a lot of questions but get a lot of answers.
The forty that I brandished. The thug in dem' vandish.
One flash full of canon and have them posing for the cameras.
Going ahead for the bread, watch me fucking make a sandwich for y'all.
Strap up cause am going in, real soldiers go to war to win.
Shoot back when you hear dem'
Shots fired, brah brah
Shots fired, Wadup
If its war then its war to be,
You ain't ready for the war of the streets.
Run for cover when you dem'
Shots fired, brah brah ×3
What you waiting for, Wait up.
Keep quiet nigga, don't wanna hear you talk.
You don' said enough, politic in with the narks.
Neons in your soul, with a gun to get the spark.
Hate in your top ten, when no six and pac.
Death before the sauna, rise before retreat.
I put that on my mind and I'd die before defeat.
Only cry in my sleep, toss in my bed.
Hoping is the only time that i have to lie in the sheets.
Yeah, tears on my pillow but what lies underneath is a 38 special
Casing if you tryna creep. Tryna take what i took to the basement,
Let it cook,
Let it simmer to the block, keep the Jake's off the books, yeah.
We speak in codes, move under the radar,
Your trails led our way off. You'll never know where we are.
Just stay alert, Infrared beam on your shirt.
Tell the devil that I am late for work. Young breed.
Strap up cause am going in, real soldiers go to war to win.
Shoot back when you hear dem'
Shots fired, brah brah
Shots fired, Wadup
If its war then its war to be,
You ain't ready for the war of the streets.
Run for cover when you dem'
Shots fired, brah brah
What you waiting for, Wadup