Shooter - Goldie, Stalley

I’ll be your shooter

I’ll be your shooter

Yeah

I’ll be your shooter

I’ll be your shooter

Yeah

I’ll be your shooter

Point him out and I swear I’ll kill him dead

Yeah

I’ll be your shooter

Cold-blooded killer put a bullet in his head

Yeah

I’ll be your shooter

I’ll be your shooter

I’ll be your shooter

I’ll be your shooter

My soul provider, my right hand, my go to

If I lost my left my right arm would hold you

When no one’s left you’re always the one I turn to

In all my wrongs you’re always the one I learn through

We built bridges and yes of course I burned a few

But you kept it 8 more than 92

That’s why I hate not being around you

My precious jewel, my good luck, my better half

You make everything better, you make for better laughs

In this crazy fast world you make the memories last

Cause times slower with you girl

When times get rough you always know what to do girl

For that you always say finish dark and cruel world

If anyone violate you know what I do girl

Murder in the first, I’ll be the first for you girl

Hand me the Koran I’ll spill the truth for you girl

I’ll be your shooter

Point him out and I swear I’ll kill him dead

Yeah

I’ll be your shooter

Cold-blooded killer put a bullet in his head

Yeah

I’ll be your shooter

I’ll be your shooter

I’ll be your shooter

I’ll be your shooter

A true treasure the average woman don’t measure up

A natural beauty no Revlon or cover-up

My hip-hop queen hit Rev Run to marry us

I’m your real life king, no tales of fairy dust

You’re umbrella when black clouds start to hover

But I still shower you with the love of

My whole heart, you gave me a new start

Like car jumpers or when defibrillators hit the heart

We been bumping, we got something special

If anyone come between it go on get the special

The point 38 in the front

Don’t wanna be a killer I just know what I want

I don’t wanna be a player and that’s word to Big Pun

I’m a one-woman man all that pimping ish done

A red (?) jersey and my brand Jordan 1's

Just want a big crib with some daughters and some sons

So I can chill out and not have to use this gun

I’ll be your shooter

Point him out and I swear I’ll kill him dead

Yeah

I’ll be your shooter

Cold-blooded killer put a bullet in his head

Yeah

I’ll be your shooter

I’ll be your shooter

I’ll be your shooter

I’ll be your shooter

I’ll be you shooter