Shooter Songtext
von Lil Wayne

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Weezy baby y′all, don't get shy
Rapid fire, what you know about it
I brought my homie along for the ride
He strapped, he came here to come out the barrel, ride

I heard some shouts like, "Down on the floor"
Then even louder, we got shooters, shooter
I turn around, I was starin′ at chrome
Shotgun watches door, got security good
Jumped right over counter, pointed gun at, wink, he tell her
I'm your shooter, shooter, shooter

My hands up, my hands up
They want me with my hands up
Oh, shooter (I think they want me to surrender)
(But no, no-no, I can't do it)
My hands up, my hands up
They want me with my hands up (come on, they want me to surrender)
Oh, shooter (but no, I can′t do it)


(Get ′em, yeah)
So many doubt 'cause I come from the South, but when I open up my mouth, all bullets come out, bang!
Die bitch nigga die, I hope you bleed a lake, I′ma play x-ray, helpin' y′all see the fake
I'm just tryin′ to be the great, tryin' to get a piece of cake, take it off of your plate, eat it right in your face
They got a whole lot to say, but I don't listen, call me automatic Weezy bitch I keep spittin′, pow

With all these bitches and, all these bitches
But ain′t no loaners around
They thinkin' about shooters that, shooters that
Guns, girls, ladies that, gunners that
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shooter

My hands up, my hands up
They want me with my hands up
Oh, shooter (I think they want me to surrender)
(But no, no-no, but I′m not)
I just cry mama, I think they
Me think they want me to surrender (shooter)

Hey, and to the radio stations, I'm tired of being patient
Stop bein′ rapper racists
Region haters, spectators, dictators
Behind door are dick takers, it's outrageous
You don′t know how sick you make us
I want to throw up like chips in Vegas
But this is Southern, face it
If we too simple, then y'all don't get the basics


Lady walks into a shotgun surprise (oh-yeah)
Dropped to her knees, saw her life before her eyes
He said, "Bitch is gonna get it", everybody gon′ regret it
I′m your, shooter

My hands up, my hands up
They want me with my hands up
Oh, shooter
My hands up, my hands up
They want me with my hands up
Oh, shooter

Sock soakin' wet I been runnin′ y'all
I reload, every hundred yards, I′m comin' forward
Better know me, Lil Wayne just call me Lord
Hard, take pain like Tylenol′s, raw
Way past par, for, I'm some shit you never saw
I take you to the shootout baby, win, lose or draw
And then they ask who, when, where, how and
My reply was simply, pow!

(Mama, I think they, hey)
(Me think they want me to surrender) they want me to surrender
Shooter
(I'm singing mama, I think they, hey) my hands up, my hands up
(Me think they want me to surrender) they want me with my hands up
Oh, shooter

No, me won′t surrender, no, no
I promise no surrender
I got my burner
And I′m your shooter