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letra de gottem - g shep

[intro]
man, isn’t it crazy how people be talkin sh-t about each other without knowing they full story, hold up, lemme tell you mine. i was brought from the dangerous streets of harlem, makin some funky beats but i saw some stupid ass locs sh-t talkin, when i saw that, i just shot em

[chorus]
gottem
shot em

[verse 1]
how these g’s in the streets of nyc, had to move to a new country to get some peace, from these fools, using tools, gotta stand in stools to not like a little version of ja rule. was minding my own business but they flexed a gat, threatening to come pop me (rat at tat tat tat)
so i recited my gang violence was homemade, i got and shot they ass made em leak red lemonade
that’s the sh-t we call gang
gang violence was homemade
if you step in my way
make you leak red lemonade

[chorus]
gottem
shot em

[verse 2]
i found my new hobby besides the gang, makin bomb ass rap, i was proud to say that my beats and my feats with my lyrical sweets might give you a sugar rush beside defeat. but every now and then, not before or when i find someones dope and begin to break in, don’t tell no one about this f-ckin secret or we’ll see your stupid ass life just caves in. i begin, to unlock em, with a, good lock pick, just cause, they talk sh-t, don’t mean, i can’t take they sh-t, i’ll take their sticks and their bricks cause they d-cks and i’ll treat em like it. here’s an insult from them pieces of sh-t, you smell like some moldy ass tits
i gotta say that, that gottem…
just gottem…
and than i shot em
them assh0l-s never stood a chance
i ran away
think they forgot to pray
too bad their son didn’t get to go to the school dance, i think his parents got their life revamped to the gravestone, of mary lance and harry lance, at least i left their son a note, in his dead father’s hands
f-cked up but i gotta say that
[chorus]
gottem
shot em

[interlude]
i shot they ass, they didn’t pray at all, i k!lled them b-tches and got my homies to give their kids stitches

[verse 3]
now i gotta say i got some dumbass beef with a cultist on the streets thinkin they the beast but they ain’t watchin out they running their mouth. you better stay quiet before i shut you out. gottem just gottem gottem gottem gottem

- g shep

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