Two Shot

[Intro: Rediroc]
Haddy let’s go
Count that money man
Count that fucking money man
Count the money
Get ‘em

[Chorus: Joey Jihad]
Hit ‘em with the two-shot
Hit ‘em with the big shit if he feel like Tupac
Uh, hit ‘em with the two-shot
Hit ‘em with the big shit if he feel like Tupac
Uh, hit ‘em with the two-shot
Hit ‘em with the big shit if he feel like Tupac
Grip the thing, let ‘em know
Make it rain, let ‘em know
If you major with the pain Damon Wayans, let ‘em know

[Verse 1: Joey Jihad]
Fuck the law, free 40 Cal, we ain’t get to chop it up
The way he rocked out, Haddy had to Glock it up
These niggas fishing for trouble but nah not with us
Knock the train off the track, raaht, stop a bus
I’ll put ya’ shit on the floor and then I mop it up
I heard you fishing for war, I’ll have you fishing in gore
Not mine, you’ll be fishing in yours
I’m crack cooked, got ‘em hooked like a fish in the shore
Check, I wanna murder niggas, niggas wanna murder me
Or have me on that operating table getting surgery
Niddaw, I’m letting the clip off, till I hit y’all
I put it on my mother I’ma get y’all
Believe me I feel like Weezy goddamn I miss my d-dog
On the block in my hooptie watching a movie in my [?]
Getting my shit off, I get it sizzle with the hitter
Moving that heavy weight white: Wladimir Klitschko
If the whole block’ll tell all, they’ll tell you I’m the chip off
My niggas was lunching, I had it jumping like the tip-off
Ask about me nigga, I’m the man on my street
Coming with the dumb shit you demanding my heat
Buh-buh-buh

[Chorus: Joey Jihad]
Hit ‘em with the two-shot
Hit ‘em with the big shit if he feel like Tupac
Uh, hit ‘em with the two-shot
Hit ‘em with the big shit if he feel like Tupac
Uh, hit ‘em with the two-shot
Hit ‘em with the big shit if he feel like Tupac
Grip the thing, let ‘em know
Make it rain, let ‘em know
If you major with the pain Damon Wayans, let ‘em know
Get ‘em

[Verse 2: Rediroc]
Rediroc bitch I come with the dumpers
Banana clip rain on ‘em, tropical thunder
Shots hot in the summer
You could hear the shit a block away, you’ll think I’m a part of the Mummers
Send his body parts back to his mother, and a note to his brother
Don’t come through the concrete jungle, where we hustle them bundles
12 skinnies but we sell ‘em by the 10s though
24/7 looking out for Carl Winslow
You ain’t got a win bro, let the MAC-10 blow
Slugs in the ladder, get to jumping out the window
We mobbing, my young niggas ride all day
Wit’ the nine all day, listen to Plies all day
So any type of drama happen to come my way
I just flash the green light they like ‘I’m on my way’
Ay gang, my niggas’ll really squeeze
Light ya’ block up like Mike did on Billie Jean

[Chorus: Joey Jihad]
Hit ‘em with the two-shot
Hit ‘em with the big shit if he feel like Tupac
Uh, hit ‘em with the two-shot
Hit ‘em with the big shit if he feel like Tupac
Uh, hit ‘em with the two-shot
Hit ‘em with the big shit if he feel like Tupac
Grip the thing, let ‘em know
Make it rain, let ‘em know
If you major with the pain Damon Wayans, let ‘em know