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Uncle Murda

"Summertime Shootouts"

[Intro:]
Good lookin' for this one Primo! East New York! Summertime Shootouts!

[Hook]
I ain't talkin bout the weather when I say it's hot (I'm not)
It's the summertime, mad bodies gon drop (Bam!)
n*ggas that got beef gon be in the same spot (oww)
Like here them n*ggas go, somebody's gon get shot (they right there)
Here them n*ggas go, somebody's gon get shot (right there)
It's the summertime, mad bodies gon drop (Bam!)
That's what I'm talkin bout when I say it's hot (ya heard!)
It's the summertime, mad bodies gon drop (drop, drop)

[Verse]
Any day goes when it's warm (any day!)
Dudes done even shot up my grandmama door
If the dude want beef with me, tell him whatever
When I kill him, tell his kids that they f*ckin pop should've known better (daddy dead)
I don't play games, I ain't Nick Cannon
When I wild out (ya heard) dudes gettin headshots from the cannon (Bam!)
Can't roll with me and be no b*tch n*gga
I eat you fool like I'm blood and you crip n*gga (I'm 31)
Can't be around GMG and be a rat
It's like being the only Blood in a crip house screamin out brrrrat
This for them dudes in the can behind the bars
When they listen to my music, they close they eyes and think they in the car (yup!)
They think about that money they was gettin (oww)
Them hoes they was hittin (oww), the bricks they was flippin, they was chillin (DAMN!)
Man, nothin don't last forever, first time I shot at a cop I had a Beretta (PIG!)
It's a 100 degrees and my AC broke
First n*gga look at me wrong gon get smoked
My attitude is f*ck whoever, he gon get clapped
My grandmom's like, boy I raised you better than that (I know)
I'm like grandma -"it's hot", I ain't with the bullsh*t (I ain't)
I'm ready to pop, my Mac got a full clip (50 shots)
I'm the kid that f*ck up the dice game
If I lose my money n*ggas gon lose they life mane (aww)

[Hook]

[Outro]
YA HEARD!
Summertime Shootouts, you know how it's goin down in the summertime n*gga
n*ggas that got beef gon be goin to the same clubs, the same block parties, n*ggas is f*ckin the same b*tches
And I feel sorry for the n*gga that don't got his hammer on him man
Don't get caught slippin in the summertime n*gga
n*ggas will make you primetime news n*gga, ya heard!!!
Shout out to all my n*ggas that's in jail
I know it's hotter than a motherf*cker in there right now man
Hold your motherf*ckin head tho n*gga
I'm workin on them appeals, ya heard
Free my n*gga Dbo Brown
Brooklyn!!!

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