This is a song about "Krayzie bone shoot the clu"

I shoot from the 3 pointer line

Simon says touch your's while you touch mine

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

Ashamed if it - words that cut deep to the bone marrow

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

I'd shoot for the moon but i'm too busy gazing at stars

I heard you on the south side, i heard you tryna shoot

All my niggas get together to gather loot

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

Shit just makes me get cold stoned to the bone

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Don't shoot the messenger, just go along and hate the martyr,

Murder from the first degree, and then i'll cock and shoot ya,

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

Imagine a loose cannon, lacking the balls to shoot

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute