Niggaz be gettin' they pistols finna
We straight get high, so high
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Sneak up on him and you kill him
Whereever you dig 'em quiet
There you are
Hey, hey, hey
And we lit in a doorway here
My thugs gon' give it to you
I'm at the track in tha back with a couple of my cats in the hood
Well I know ya, see now you jumpin' about yo shit you
So people pull back its cool
You lossin', betta look to
Iyin', iyin' and flippin' my mind
That's tha way you get a man, get a man
I'm comin' I'm gunnin'
Come on come on don't be shy let's get high
Right off the job, ooh now, I gots ta let ya know
Clair, stickin' up tha sto'
'Cause as I'm flowin' already gave my niggas a fifth
'Bout ta hit this corna, livin' like a thugs on tha real who's stronga
'Cause then we give it to you, we're gonna bring it to you, oh yeah
Don't forget playa hataz gettin'
High oh so so high
And we deep when we creep never sleepin' and we droppin'
And bitch if you try me anybody mine plus
My nigga you know you watchin' me now
Somebody's head gon' get blown
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Red Dog in the trunk and we rollin' that bank
We got weed indeed you need some, need some
And it's Cleveland, Cleveland
When I put on ya, all playaz gonnaz
That city where tha St. Clair niggaz sell dope on it
Murda, mo murda, mo murda
Even if they hate that buck to tha bang
Buck-buck, oh yeah
Ready and willing to do it to you, be my thang
Tryin' to get in but they couldn't win
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
I still ball and I'm knowin'
These niggaz come around they don't know how to act, in fact
Bye-bye
They fuck with us when we puff bitch
Bone, doin' ya best on that
I stood 'em all and still play
We got tha herb, if you want some, want some
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Creepin' up because tha soldiers
Police want to search you for nothin' but that skunk
Automatic weapons from my shelf
Good thing I got a gat 'cause we rhyme tight rhymes
Smokin' weed and up to no good
Niggaz somehow someway get paid
Dead bodies on fools who wanna get dumb enough
Falsin', that'll be coffins for all of ya offspring
Tha little nigga don't know betta, 357 put that ass in a matter
Gotta roll wit' my gun
My niggaz they got me sloppy
That buck to tha bang
Niggaz mention little Bizzy but it's all good
Execution, I'll be shootin' 'round, leavin' 'em off on ya raw
I know this just might sound crazy, but lately
Smokers chill
Slangin' my dogs to dem all
Puttin' it together to grab the doja
What did you think I'm scared
Ready with a gang of bitches for you
So me and tha rest of these thugs can marinate, marinate
Mo murda dem all, they fall, dey fall
Go and fix with yo pistols and get with that buck to tha bang, bang, bang
A whole notha record
So it's on bitch bang
That's how my mental, that's how my mental stay
Twelve gauges bust up in ya playa hatas we be quick to pin ya
Going back to the mo
And put that on tha dolla man
And fuck with tha real mothafuckas
For you see my niggaz we comin' with nothin' to lose
These niggaz wanna take my health, my wealth check yo self
Slang that bud on over yo thug
What did you think I'd bring you down
Now that you know like that
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Drop tha top, lock tha locks, cock tha glock
With that weed goin' up in ya body
We won't be slippin', we might just be peepin' you all tha time
You know, we know, you don't wanna roll
You know we thuggin' and thievin', thievin'
With that Bizzy maintain
The get past on tha ride right bang
Had to thug out but it came in time
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
You knowin' no snatching no souls no nigga be showin'
When you seen betta be rollin' with tha big shot guns
When they heard that nigga bone
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
I cuts in with tha M-11, 357
Oh yeah
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
And you can still find me where
That buck, buck to smoke Jane
With some shit to be keepin' you wonderin' redrum
Well it be that north coast homie
Hey, and 44 mag don't go and
And if you give it to me
'Cause tha hatas they hate me
It's like parlay parlay like every day
All up in tha body, got 'em got 'em
Ooh because we gonna put you back up in yo trunk quick
Shoot 'em up always, St. Clair breakin' you off and
Now we in a 500 Benzo we roll-roll
Bloody bodies trying to get out of tha room
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
And he won't fuck with you no more
And rest my nine up when I'm fuckin' with y'all
Well that'll be coffins for all of ya offspring
There's somebody who got beef, we got millions to make
I'm flippin'up outta my shit
You havin' a party
But nigga we cool, we cool
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
If I could just look up and see ya dyin'
And fo sure we lit 'em up good
But ya betta be pinnin' yo self
Nigga wanna roll with bone it's on
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Don't think on tha pimp, playa hatin'
Ya plot me 'cause you watch me
Ho I be puttin' 'em down with my click
When bitch niggaz run up and try me
You know East 99, drug dealers and po-po and St. Clair
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Just two times
For tha police on the corna
See some of these niggaz say that nigga was bullshit
Well they betta be watchin' on of them St. Clair niggaz
Feel it bitch cause my trigga' fingaz a bitch
We took it to tha head with a fifth of weed
