Don’t Shoot Songtext
von Too $hort

P-V-P on the track

The world don′t love us and the hood be hating
Destroy the minds of the kids we raising
Babies having and killing babies
The cops patrol daily when they made me
This little nigga drive Mercedes, huh?
They wanna take my fingerprint even though my license be straight

They think it's fake, my name regi-straight
They want me riled up to catch a case
Said I resisted to a heavyweight
And said I attacked him, when I get shattered face?
Bruh, I′m just tryna feed my daughter eggs
Working late at twelve hour rate

Nigga gotta escape, I'm shaking this place
No matter how many damn L's I take


Or F′s I get, we strive for excellence
The cops supposed to protect the streets
But who protecting us from them?
My pen got me above the rim
Black creative minds jumping out the gym
Lights flash ′cause the Dayton on spin
Hands up 'fore they take one out again

Hey now, don′t shoot
Hands up, don't shoot
Hood draw, don′t shoot
Headshot, don't shoot
What you really know about the people?
You don′t really know about the people
You don't even know what make the pain go away
Naw, you don't really understand the peaceful
You can′t even figure how to see folk
Can you even feel what we say?

You motherfuckers want some?
Everywhere I go, they banging
Where you from, what you claiming?
Bitch-ass nigga, you wish you could
Throw your set up in the air and bang your hood
You from the ghetto? They don′t know you on my turf
Bang right now, get your bitch-ass murked
In the club turning up, better not throw it up
Gang politics 'bout to get you fucked up


Always twisting up your fingers
Lil′ homie right behind you, he a real gangbanger
No tattoo tears but he a hitter
You just a tough motherfucker on Twitter
Don't get caught up in the crossfire, nigga

You throwing signs up, he got his hand on the trigger
You on your phone ′bout to lose your life to a shooter
Get killed for some shit that you typed on a computer, bitch

Hey now, don't shoot
Hands up, don′t shoot
Hood draw, don't shoot
Headshot, don't shoot
What you really know about the people?
You don′t really know about the people
You don′t even know what make the pain go away
Naw, you don't really understand the peaceful
You can′t even figure how to see folk
Can you even feel what we say?

Hol' up, look
I used to wake up in the morning, head to work and catch the bus

Just me and my sister, no one sitting next to us

I was dropping music but I couldn′t catch a buzz
Used to do it 'cause I need it, now I do it just because
This is my director′s cut, Tarantino

I need you to point me to the plug, Al Pacino

I don't trust you suckers with your hobbies, that ain't me though
Bunch of undercovers, y′all some Bobby Valentino
This that East Coast, this that heat though, this that kilo
This that Migos, Bad and Boujee shit, that freak show
This that peephole, I see through y′all, this that repo
Take your bitch and play some Keno
I'm a hero, Captain Save-A-Ho in Speedos
I speed through y′all, this that speedboat, I found Nemo
Hope that they shoot me, they ready to kill

They doing life and they ready to squeal
Bitch, I'm the devil, you not on my level
And you ′bout to find out if Heaven is real
Hundred yard dash, I can run with the best
Nigga left in the grass when I run through your field
What they gon' do? Put the heaters on you
Niggas screaming "Don′t shoot" when we all in your grill, Joyner

Hey now, don't shoot
Hands up, don't shoot
Hood draw, don′t shoot
Headshot, don′t shoot
What you really know about the people?
You don't really know about the people
You don′t even know what make the pain go away
Naw, you don't really understand the peaceful
You can′t even figure how to see folk
Can you even feel what we say?