[Intro: Father & Cuba Gooding Jr]
Ok, shoot a n***a in dick, kill a n***a and his bitch. (Ricky!)
Talkin' all that shit
Shoot a n***a in his dick
Shoot a n***a and his bitch
Then shoot his motherfuckin' kids
[Hook: Father]
Yeah, Where your shooters at? (x4)
Talkin' all that shit
Shoot a n***a in his dick
Then kill his motherfuckin' kids
Then I kill his motherfuckin' bitch
Yeah, Where your shooters at? (x4)
[Verse 1: Lord Narf]
I bet ya, I bet ya, I bet ya never met a bih, that be talking all that shit
But be backing up that lip, on this dick and with a clip
Henny bound we don't sip
When he round watch your shit
I mean squad got hands and shit
But we want your bands and shit
We be posted in my circle
Boy don't try us like no Urkel (cha, cha, cha)
My gun will twerk you
Boy I fucked up when I lurked you
Now I'm aiming at the dick
Boy I'm aiming at your bitch
And I might not shoot your kids
Get my belt and whoop your kids, Yeah
[Interlude: Father]
Talk my shit, like
Where your shooters at? (x3)
I can talk my shit 'cuz n***a
Don't see your shooters yeah
Where your shooters at? (x2)
[Hook]
Talkin' all that shit
Shoot a n***a in his dick
Then kill his motherfuckin' kids
Then I kill his motherfuckin' bitch
Yeah, Where your shooters at? (x4)
[Verse 2: Ethereal]
Where your shooters lil n***a?
Who your fooling lil n***a?
You ain't scaring me with that BB gun
That lil shit we shoot that for fun
And my clip long like the Silversun
Don't make us ruin all your summer fun
Awful reckless, n***a check our records
'Cuz he our here talking hella reckless
I don't want you little plastic n***as
But the plastic cards you can give me that
And the blue faces, n***a give me that
And I got your girl, want a hundred stacks n***a
[Interlude: Father]
Talk my shit, like
Where your shooters at? (x3)
I can talk my shit 'cuz n***a
Don't see your shooters yeah
Where your shooters at? (x2)
[Hook]
Talkin' all that shit
Shoot a n***a in his dick
Then kill his motherfuckin' kids
Then I kill his motherfuckin' bitch
Yeah, Where your shooters at? (x4)
