shoot your shot

shoot your shot! i wanna know what you got! take aim and hit that spot! grab the mic and shoot your shot! p.u.t.s. and u.d. you be truly blessed rap panelist thes handle this like an analyst yes! yes y'all the einstein rhythm and rhyme combines like red wine and tylenol uuuhhhh!! the grown relaxing in the field but don't sleep the p. counts green not sheep with k. jacks he rolls up the weed like haystacks bath tub down on you scrubs like ajax your too fruity to rip the rooty-tooty with your luffa you new-booty ladies too lazy to raise the roof up the club bisenchupa can the crew be any doper? man, we own this and live under the stairs like mister roper home of the new! generation we got the torch let me call into u.d. dustin to bust em' off blown celeb resurrecting the dead with 3-day block posse cut resurrection instead so pass the rock i'm about to pop the clip in as i stop the opposition you gotta cop a listen when i'm knockin' like a piston i spit arsenic so i'm hard to miss your in a daze cause i blaze like an arsonist i come up in the house like a theif in the night and electrify the crowd like keys on a kite stay calm before i drop the napalm find yourself caught in a dangerous liaison lay it on thick brick by brick lickety-split rhymes are fat like jimminy glick you want beef here's a hickory stick i shoot the gift you won't know it 'till it's over like a mystery-flick to put it blunt i pack a punch like a school lunch got no time for punks they take lumps so please! stop bugging for my honeycombs or i'll hit you in the funny-bone shoot your shot! i wanna know what you got! take aim and hit that spot! grab the mic and shoot your shot! shoot your shot! i wanna know what you got! take aim and hit that spot! grab the mic and shoot your shot! andy's the name takin' aim like calamity jane in a rap's last stand i'm the man who'll remain when i claim to pack heat know my ammunition is my flow and rhythm so i'm armed to the teeth my lungs are gun powder throat cold and narrow so when i open my mouth you're looking down the barre! of an m.c. sniper eye on the scope reigning down rounds of rhyme fire and smoke lighting strikes twice on my mic device 'cause when i write it's like guns in knife fights there's no competition so i don't listen you think you're dope here's a penny go wishin' i shoot to kill better know the odds or wind up on boot hill man get out of dodge u.d. plus thes-one and double-k we all just laugh when your record is played hippa to the hoppa and it just don't stoppa i'm dressed in all black with my man k. jacks i got thrown in the slammer i tried to battle hammer they wanna interview me so i spit in the camera you know i love pac that's why i got shot had to gain some credibility now everybody feelin' me i'm on vh-1 and m.t.v. i'm down with d.j. e-z rock and i'm back with u.d. it takes one to roll the blunt it takes two to get jumped and i be hanging at the church house looking for sluts i hate rap music but, see, i'm so damn good my homey told me“boy get it like i know that you could!” so i stole the microphone wrote rhymes on my own when i go to burger king all the chicks are on my bone it grows and grows and grows gets a little bigger you wanna see me skeet, baby girl pull the trigger i've got bang for your butt and i hate posse cuts i'm a one-mic thriller i'm a soft-beverage chiller whoever takes the mic, man, you better be illa now what's the time everybody say“miller!!!” shoot your shot! i wanna know what you got! take aim and hit that spot! grab the mic and shoot your shot! shoot your shot! i wanna know what you got! take aim and hit that spot! grab the mic and shoot your shot! shoot your shot!