Letra Lotta shots Mozzy

Lotta shots

He is a friend in times of need
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, in need

Paid the lawyer for you to free him, that was automatic
Before he left em told the level four that l'Il be back
Stuck your nose in niggas business, that's what got it tapped
(Let the beat ride out, Ju)
I'm not surprised, blood, who not a rat? ([?])
It's HGM until they smoke me, this is not a act
Table full of twenty sacks, this is not a trap
Quit blowin' buddy linea up if he ain't callin' back
He in the spital bed thundered barely talkin' back

Tell em' 'bout it, if we the problem then address it when you bee the squad
I feel like Pac in '90 somethin, nigga, we the mob
Ayy, ball hoggin' on that side, his homie need a job
I hit the Asians when I need to mop
On Pebbles, I done seen a lot, done blew my yeek a lot
For any those salute me for my labor, blood, that mean a lot
Stranded in the trench, ain't get to leave a lot
Bleedin' block, put on for the hood you representin' how is we the opps, get 'em popped
Introduce him to his maker, he don't believe in God
Shake her down and break a bitch for everything she got
You know it's foreign automotives when I leave the lot
As far as shots was taught to keep a lot, grr

I sunk a lot through my incur, she left the screen unlocked
You servin' boy in a foreign, it bring the creatures out
I learned the secret, how to tweak and let the demon out
Still got the sweetest drop, he bought from me, then some of his teeth is out
You mix the Quan' now with it, you gotta sell it fast
Then call your plug right away to get a better bag
And next time he sendin' Ruddy, then he better ask
And send another one like this to cut the debt in half
Oh, you was playin' all Madden I was sellin' bags
Now the old niggas love me 'cause I sell it fast
And put my phone on late at night and go put belt to ass
I'm from a city where you kill 'em, shoot up his repass
From Pebble Creek to Uptown, you in my world
Parked on Draco, baking soda and some white girls
I'm gon' spank him, ain't no thinkin' that I might spare 'em
I don't mind waitin' I'm so patient that it might scare 'em
Niggas can't talk to me directly, I'm a made man
For rap money, I got paid at the Day's Inn
I count that body 'fore he check his, he was brain dead
The news came on, his mama was cryin' with his granny now
I did more for grown men than they daddy did
And taught 'em lessons like there'll never be no tattle tale
I can't forgive him if he rat cause he'll rat again
The streets need a reset, get back to crack again