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A.L.T. - 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: 2A.L.T. - 17 Shots - http://motolyrics.com/alt/17-shots-lyrics.html
 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: x 4
 A.L.T 17 Shots








