Outro Lyrics & Chords By Horseshoe Gang

Ay, ay, ay; Ay, ay, ay Ay, ay, ay; Ay, ay, ay If you ain't heard shit about us You better learn shit about us Ay, ay, ay; Ay, ay, ay Women and gentlemen get to trembling the minute the villain is feelin' adrenaline That's when I kill em like Ay, ay, ay; Ay, ay, ay If you don't know 'bout the Shoes You better go check the views Ay, ay, ay; Ay, ay, ay Murderous verses makin' you niggas nervous on purpose You niggas gettin' served like a purpose You never heard of my herd or word Neither will you hear a word from my herd when we lurkin' To be filthy, I'mma do dirt, that's for certain And won't find a job; no 9-to-5 workin' Just had it to hurt for the purse, put the work in Keep my hands clean like an emergency surgeon Yeah, yeah, one of a kind truly Givin' sight to the eyes of those who blind to me If a nigga not feelin' my rhymes, that's fine to me I've had veterans see me and recite my lines to me So I don't give a fuck if one person on a post hatin' I don't give a fuck if everybody with a pulse hatin' I'mma keep spittin' just as long as my heart is pulsatin' And give it to everybody - my version of donatin' The flow's blazin', even hot enough to roast Satan And the beat? I'mma fo' sho' rape it 'til my throat's achin' Until I get an ovation from the whole nation Until the day the globe stays and it stop rotatin' Really I'm confused and a bit amused That you niggas never mention Shoes in your interviews I'm startin' to think it's because we the sickest crew And you niggas don't want the world to be introduced to this flu When we see you, you ass'd out like you in the nude Niggas need to purchase a board game - get a clue It's really true, I'm killin' niggas when in the booth Inside of a pit, I'll put a fool who's pitiful When will they learn, no other crew's like ours Read comments, our fans are diehard Search "Horseshoe Gang", we mastered the rhyme art On HipHopDX, we made a nice mark 2DopeBoyz, Pandora, iHeart Check Spotify or Amazon, we quite hard Check DatPiff, the mixtapes are 5-star Women and gentlemen get to tremblin' the minute the villain is in this bitch It's K-E-double-N-Y-Ay-Ay Fuck with him, Why-Ay-Ay Fuck it then Niggas be like, "Who's that? I heard screams" You be on News Channel 13 The minute I get the killin' feelin' Consider it the equivalent of the minute Bruce Banner turn green Never have you had a worse dream I'm a nightmare, I know you quite scared You might not see a nigga, might not hear a nigga But you feel a nigga cuz I'm right there, I'm like air Like yeah, leavin' all y'all scarred All I really wanna do is cause y'all harm Got a Sawed-Off firearm, I call it my Sawed-Off Arm Leave a nigga with a sawed-off arm You really pretendin' to be tough to get all y'all hard Cuz you hired an armed guard but I find ya Catch every one of your security guards and off em That's how I caught y'all off guard Every nigga in the Circle of Bosses Is certainly heartless, we a circle of marksmen If you fuck with us, then you finna to pay a big price Better hope you got enough money to purchase a coffin Murder, murder, murder, I'mma murder em all With the larkin', be cautious or get murdered regardless 9 millimeter finna peel a motherfucker's top off Turn em into a convertible carcass Nah, we ain't fuckin' with you industry suckas We don't need none of your beats whenever we gutta Once you see me and my niggas, we give you the same feelin' When you seen S-N-double-O-P on Deep Cover This Long Beach fucker, squeezin' on my chrome piece Know what I mean when I say I'm a piece-lover Reach under my white tee I got more lethal weapons under my belt than D. Glover Y'all know that Women and gentlemen get to tremblin' the minute the villain is feelin' adrenaline If you a polygamist, then every one of your women finna be tremblin' Since this millennium beginnin' we been killin' niggas with the pen And we been killin' niggas when we get on instrumentals We defendin' the SSUTT-SSUTT religion Now witness my enemies get pissed You niggas is bitches, then put on my hit list I'm killin' your mistress and them illegitimate children Killin' every individual that lives in the buildin' When I enter the door man, I'm killin' the doorman Nothin' but a maleficent belligerent villain We took a page from the booklet of KXNG CROOKED Givin' the industry a lot of free music Look where we took it This industry is like a disobedient bitch, but me and my team keep puttin' Foot in her ass, until she yells "Uncle" It's kinda like I'm a nigga that's givin' my niece whoopin's Killin' this beat, my 9-to-5 is homicide Hire a private eye, give a fuck if police lookin' Y'all overlook us still Us ghetto boys come up short, nigga Bushwick Bill Labels should check for us, we shouldn't look for deals Put money on the Shoes, nigga foot the bill Talk shit 'til we sell platinum We reckless, no seat-belts fastened I wouldn't give 2 F's if I was tryin' to spell "traffic" You faggot rappers finna get held captive If you consider your wife your better half She better have the ransom or I'mma split your head in half Then mail her whichever half is the better half It ain't funny, but I bet I laugh We Slaughterhouse dyin' of starvation; N.W.A the reincarnation But I'm guessin' these record labels are deaf Or these record labels are gayer than anal sex Cuz they have yet to pay respect to the way that we flex But maybe it's because we rated X and we talk about wavin' Tecs They ain't checkin' for the best niggas that haven't made it yet We filet your flesh like a bayonet, rhymes is bar raisin' I been in this industry literally 20 percent of a century So you instantly need to be listin' me as the fifth emcee On the list of the sickest in history Mention me with Eminem and that nigga that invented me - Crooked Look at what Pac and Jigga did to me Remember me for killin' enemies lyrically without a pen in reach But they probably won't give shit to me Because I ain't ever went platinum but that don't mean shit to me Kenny can make songs equal to Drake songs, even a Jay song That nigga Julius flow deeper than J. Cole Dice is way closer to 50 than Dre knows But the radio keep playin' the same songs Either it's Trey Songz or a Juicy J song If the radio don't put some Shoes on, they finna get moved on Open and shut case, that's a brief case closed Guilty on all counts of being the hardest artists out, that's all that counts By all accounts, mention us with Slaughterhouse and TDE BET is who I'm callin out We more nicer than them rappers on award cyphers Spendin' more time with these bars than 4-lifers Board a prison ward and get your shit in order Before you niggas begin to get in a war with the 4 snipers I'm now trippin', pushin' beef like cow tippin' I'll flip it, a hundred round grippin' I'm switchin' to OneShot deal, it's still 100 thou given But it's for whoever wanna battle the motherfuckin' ruggedest Southern Cal villains Come in your town illin' Huntin' down the underground king and leave him with his motherfuckin' crown missin' I come down shittin' Until we on top, no fucks found given