17 shots Lyrics

[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: x4]