Shoot 'Em Up

The get past on tha ride right bang
When you seen betta be rollin' with tha big shot guns
"Leavin' em off on ya raw"
Shoot 'em up always, St. Clair breakin' you off

Nigga wanna roll with bone it's on
And fuck with tha real mothafuckas
Don't think on tha pimp, playa hatin'
I still ball and I'm knowin' you knowin'

My niggaz they got me sloppy
My wealth check yo self
When they heard that nigga bone
Well, they betta be watchin' on of them St. Clair niggaz
Gave my niggas a fifth and we lit in a doorway here
Twelve gauges bust up in ya playa hatas we be quick to pin ya
Well, I know ya, see now you jumpin' about yo shit you
They fuck with us when we puff bitch
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
I'm at the track in tha back with a couple of my cats in the hood
Police want to search you for nothin' but that skunk
Niggaz be gettin' they pistols finna
So people pull back, it's cool

With that Bizzy maintain
'Cause then we give it to you, we're gonna bring it to you, oh yeah
Twelve gauges bust up in ya playa hatas we be quick to pin ya
Right off the job, ooh, now I gots ta let ya know
'Cause then we give it to you, we're gonna bring it to you, oh yeah
And we deep when we creep never sleepin' and we droppin'
Dead bodies on fools who wanna get dumb enough
Creepin' up because tha soldiers
I'm flippin' up outta my shit with some shit

Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Feel it bitch 'cause my trigga fingaz a bitch
A whole notha record

Twelve gauges bust up in ya playa hatas we be quick to pin ya
Oh yeah
Ooh, because we gonna put you back up in yo trunk quick
Well, it be that north coast homie

Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Don't forget playa hataz gettin'
I cuts in with tha M-11, 357
And he won't fuck with you no more
Going back to the mo
No snatching, no souls, no nigga be showin'
Twelve gauges bust up in ya playa hatas we be quick to pin ya
Niggaz mention little Bizzy, but it's all good

Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
When I put on ya, all playaz gonnaz
Niggaz somehow someway get paid

We might just be peepin' you all tha time

Now that you know like that
These niggaz come around, they don't know how to act, in fact
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
We took it to tha head with a fifth of weed
Drop tha top, lock tha locks, cock tha glock
Slangin' my dogs to dem all
Had to thug out but it came in time
Twelve gauges bust up in ya playa hatas we be quick to pin ya
Lyin' and flippin' my mind
Bloody bodies trying to get out of tha room
All up in tha body, got 'em got 'em
Smokin' weed and up to no good

Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Even if they hate that buck to tha bang
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Execution, I'll be shootin' round
Slang that bud on over yo thug
You know East 99, drug dealers and po-po and St. Clair
I'm comin', I'm gunnin'

You know, we know, you don't wanna roll
That city where tha St. Clair niggaz sell dope on it
We straight get high, so high
Livin' like a thugs on tha real who's stronga
Clair, stickin' up tha sto'
Now we in a 500 Benzo we roll-roll

And put that on tha dolla man

They fall, dey fall, buck-buck, oh yeah

Ho, I be puttin' 'em down with my click
My thugs gon' give it to you
You know, we know, you don't wanna roll
That buck to tha bang
'Cause then we give it to you, we're gonna bring it to you, oh yeah
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up

Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
'Cause then we give it to you, we're gonna bring it to you, oh yeah
Bone, doin' ya best on that

'Cause tha hatas they hate me
And rest my nine up when I'm fuckin' with y'all
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
We won't be slippin'
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
And it's Cleveland Cleveland
With that weed goin' up in ya body
That's how my mental, that's how my mental stay

Murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda dem all
And you can still find me where
You havin' a party
You know, we know, you don't wanna roll

I stood 'em all and still play
For you see my niggaz we comin' with nothin' to lose
'Cause as I'm flowin' already
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
When bitch niggaz run up and try me

Red Dog in the trunk and we rollin' that bank
To tha bang, bang, bang
Sneak up on him and you kill him
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Somebody's head gon' get blown
Wherever you dig 'em quiet
Smokers chill
But ya betta be pinnin' yo self
My nigga you know you watchin' me now
High, oh, so, so high
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Automatic weapons from my shelf
We got tha herb, if you want some, want some
We got weed indeed, you need some, need some
You know, we know, you don't wanna roll
Ready and willing to do it to you, be my thang

But nigga we cool, we cool
Falsin', that'll be coffins for all of ya offspring
And you lossin', betta look to
So me and tha rest of these thugs can marinate, marinate

To be keepin' you wonderin' redrum, bye-bye
It's like parlay parlay like every day
Come on, come on, don't be shy, let's get high
'Cause we rhyme tight rhymes
If I could just look up and see ya dyin' lyin'
Hey, hey, hey, go and fix with yo pistols
Ready with a gang of bitches for you
What did you think I'm scared?

Good thing I got a gat
Tha little nigga don't know betta, 357 put that ass in a matter
That's tha way you get a man, get a man
Well, that'll be coffins for all of ya offspring
That buck, buck to smoke Jane
So it's on bitch bang
And get with that buck
Just two times and if you give it to me
There's somebody who got beef, we got millions to make
Gotta roll wit' my gun
And bitch if you try me anybody mine plus
See some of these niggaz say that nigga was bullshit
Puttin' it together to grab the doja

Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
These niggaz wanna take my health
For tha police on the corna'
You know, we know, you don't wanna roll
Hey and 44 mag don't go and

Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
You know we thuggin' and thievin' thievin'
Ya plot me 'cause you watch me
There you are
I know this just might sound crazy, but lately
What did you think I'd bring you down?
'Bout ta hit this corna
And fo' sure we lit 'em up good

Tryin' to get in but they couldn't win