Текст (слова) песни: A.L.T. - 17 Shots

 
Verse: 1 
 
17 shots in my clip 
I’m rolling through my hood muthafuckas dont trip 
Then I saw the Liquor Store where they shot lil’ Joe, 
hanging out the window, puffin’ on some Indo. 
The owners on his knees and he’s out in the front 
Cleaning up the blood from lil’ Joe, I dropped my blunt. 
All Joe wanted was a 6-pack of Bud, but the owners fingers 
itched 
Now my homies in the Mud. 
I pulled out my nine, without even thinking. 
Plus I was high as a kite and I’ve been drinking. 
Only three blocks from the police station 
but I pulled the trigger three times no hesitation. 
As I sped away I put the Nine at my hip 
I only got 14 shots in my clip, Now. 
The cops was on my ass in ‘Bout a minute 
It’s all about a foot game I knows I’m gonna win it. 
 
I’m hopping over walls, dodging little dogs 
Then I got ghost like a phantom in the fog 
I’m hiding in the bushes, Shooting at the coppers 
Then I took five shots, I’m hiding from the lights on the 
choppers. 
and I know I’m facing death, I made it to my hina’s pad nine 
shots left. 
 
Chorus: x2 
 
 It’s a trip, betta not slip 
 just a little story about a gloc 9 clip 
 
 
Verse: 2 
 
I’m the type of Vato that never had a good day 
I gotta watch my back when I creep through my hood, ey! 
I woke up in the morning, I’m next to my hina 
Baby wake up Yo!, and then I got behind her 
You should of seen that ass, I was just about to pound it 
Then I heard the cops say `We got the place surrounded` 
`Come out with your hands up son` 
Then I broke the window with the butt of my gun. 
I fired at the cops (blast, blast,... blast, blast) 
I used up four of my shots 
I got the gloc 17 with the hollow points 
fuck these mutha fuckas so, I spark me up a joint 
I only got five shots,... 25 cops 
The man with the mega-phone resembles my pops 
So I, Took him out with a shot to the chest 
Stupid muthafucka forgot his vest 
Oh, Shit 
I better not slip, I only got four shots left in my clip, 
Now 
The SWAT team came I better think fast 
Here comes the tear gas thats my ass 
I’m out the back I almost made it 
but the cops black German shepherd means I’m faded 
Then I had to think of my lucky # 7 
I shot him three times and sent his ass to doggy heaven 
Yo!, here come the pigs think quick 
I pointed my nine but the gat went click 
Then I felt my body get num,and it’s a trip 
Just a little story about a gloc nine clip. 
 
Chorus: x 4
 

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