Shoot Your Shot (Ugly Duckling feat. People Under The Stairs)
Written by: Andy Cooper, Dustin McFarland, Rodney Pleasant, Michael Turner & Christopher Portugal
[Andy:] Here we go…
[All:] Shoot your shot!
[Andy:] Man, I wanna know…
[All:] What you got!
[Andy:] Load it up, and…
[All:] Hit that spot!
[Andy:] Grab the mic, and…
[All:] Shoot your shot!
[Andy:] Thes One!
[Thes One:]
Ay-yo, P.U.T.S. and U.D. ([Andy:] U.D.!), you be truly blessed
Rap panelist Thes, handle this like an analyst
([All:] YES!) Yes, y'all, the hot style
Rhythm and rhyme combine like red wine and Tylenol (OOOH…)
Oh, shit! The groan, relaxin' in a field
But don't sleep, P count green, not sheep
With K Jacks, he pulls up the weed like haystacks
The bathtub down on your scrubs like Ajax
You're too fruity to rip the rooti-tooti witcho' loofah
New booty ladies too lazy to raise the roof up
The plug desenchufa, could the group get any doper?
Now we own this, live Under The Stairs like Mr. Roper
Home of the (NEW!) generation, we got the choice
Let me call in the (U!) D, dozen of us, the Pablo syllabic
Resurrected it there with three day block posse cut
Resurrection and stairs, so pass the (ROCK!)
[Dizzy:]
I'm about to pop the clip in as I stop the opposition
You gotta cop a listen when I'm nodding like a piston
I spit arsenic, so I'm hard to miss
You're in a (DAZE!) 'cause I (BLAZE!) like an arsonist
I come up in the house like a thief in the night
And electrify a crowd like keys on a kite
(STAY CALM!) before I drop the napalm
Find yourself caught in a dangerous liaison
Lay it on thick, brick-by-brick, lickety-split
Rhymes are fat like Jiminy Glick
You want beef? Here's a hickory stick, I shoot the gift
You won't know until it's over, like a mystery flick
To put it blunt, I pack a punch like a school lunch
Got no time for punks, they take lumps
So (PLEASE!), stop buggin' for my honeycombs
Or I'll hit you in the funny bone ([Andy:] Oww!)
[All:] Shoot your shot!
[Andy:] Man, I wanna know…
[All:] What you got!
[Andy:] Load it up, and…
[All:] Hit that spot!
[Andy:] Grab the mic, and…
[All:] Shoot your shot!
[Andy:] C'mon! You gotta
[All:] Shoot your shot! (Yeah, yeah)
[Andy:] We wanna know…
[All:] What you got! (Yeah, yeah)
[Andy:] Load it up, and…
[All:] Hit that spot! (Yeah, yeah)
[Andy:] Grab the mic, and…
[All:] Shoot your shot!
[Andy:] I will!
[Andy:]
Andy's the name, taking aim like Calamity Jane
In the rap's last stand, I'm the man who remains
When I claim to pack heat (Uh huh?)
Know my ammunition is the flow and rhythm
(SO!) I'm armed to the teeth, my lungs are gunpowder
Throw cold and narrow, so when I open my mouth
You're looking down the barrel of a MC sniper, eye in the scope
Raining down rounds of rhyme, fire and smoke (BOOM!)
Lightning strikes twice from my mic device 'cause
When I write, it's like guns in knife fights
There's no competition, so I don't listen
You think you're dope? Here's a penny, go wishing
I shoot to kill, better know the odds
Or wind up on Boot Hill, man, get out of Dodge
(UD!) plus Thes One and Double K
We all just laugh when your record is played
[All laugh]
[Double K:] Ain't nothing funny… What y'all laughin' at? Yeah, it's K Jackson over here with my homeboy, you know what I'm sayin'? I'm just helpin' 'em out on this microphone…
[Double K:]
It goes hippa to the hoppa and it just (DON'T STOPPA!)
I'm dressed in all black with my man, K Jacks
I got thrown in the slammer, I tried to battle Hammer
They wanna interview me, so I spit in the camera (Yeah.)
You know I love Pac, that's why I got (SHOT!)
Had to gain some credibility, now everybody feelin' me
I'm on VH-(ONE!) and MTV
I'm down with DJ E-Z Rock, and I'm back with UD
It takes one to roll the blunt, takes two to get junk
And I be hangin' at the churchhouse, lookin' for suds
I hate rap music, but see, I'm so damn good
My homie told the boy, "Get it, like I know that you could!"
So I stole the microphone, wrote rhymes on my own
When I go to Burger King, all the chicks are on my bone
It grows and grows and grows, gets a little bigger
You wanna see me skeet, baby girl, pull the trigger!
I got bang for your buck, and I hate posse cuts
I'm a one-mic thriller, I'm a soft bearin' chiller
Whoever takes the mic, ooh, you betta be iller
Now, what's the time? Everybody say (MILLER!)
[All:] Shoot your shot!
[Andy:] Man, I wanna know…
[All:] What you got!
[Andy:] Load it up, and…
[All:] Hit that spot!
[Andy:] Grab the mic and…
[All:] Shoot your shot!
[Andy:] Once again, you gotta
[All:] Shoot your shot! (Yeah, yeah)
[Andy:] I wanna know…
[All:] What you got! (Yeah, yeah)
[Andy:] Load it up, and…
[All:] Hit that spot! (Yeah, yeah)
[Andy:] Get on the cut, and…
[All:] Shoot your shot!
[Andy:] Einstein!
[Rap sample:] I'm a sure-shot, shooting…
[Andy:] Uh huh, uh huh
[Rap sample:] At my house, I got a six-shooter, loaded with rhyme
[Rap sample:] I'm a sure-shot, shooting…
[Andy:] Say what?
[Rap sample:] At my house, I got a six-shooter, loaded with rhyme
[Rap sample:] I'm a sure-shot, shooting…
[Andy:] Make it funky now…
[Rap sample:] At my house, I got a six-shooter, loaded with rhyme
[Rap sample:] I'm a sure-shot, shooting…
[Andy:] Uh huh, uh huh
[Rap sample:] Waiting for the right second, then I'm going for mine
[All:] Shoot your shot!
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This track appears on the following releases:
- Bang For The Buck (2006) (Ugly Duckling) (CD & LP album) - Fat Beats (659123511728, FB 5117)
