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
 Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
 Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
 Twelve gauges bust up in ya, playa haters we be quick to pin ya
 You know we know, you don't wanna roll
 Cause when we give it to ya, we're gonna bring it to ya, oh yeah
 Right off the jump, ooh, now I gots to let you know
 When you see me runnin' rollin' with them big shotguns,
 And we deep when we creep, never sleepin'
 And we droppin' them whamies on fools who wanna get dumb and numb
 Now, that you know like that
 These niggas come around, they don't know how to act
 In fact, I'm at the track in the back
 With a couple of my cats in the hood, smokin' weed and up to no good
 Red Dog in the trunk, and we rollin' that
 Bang or slang, now bail on over to your thugs
 So me and the rest of these thugs can marinade, marinade
 We straight, get high, so high,
 That's how my mental, that's how my mental state is like parlay, parlay
 Like everyday, don't think I don't pin playa hation
 But ya better pinnin' yourself, or contend with the M-11,
 .357 Automatic weapons from my shelf
 These niggas wanna take my health and wealth
 Check yourself, tryin' to contend, but they couldn't win
 You took it to the head with a fifth of Hen
 Now we in a red 500 Benz-o, we roll, roll
 Drop the top, and lock the locks, cock the glock
 Bout to hit this corner, livin' like a thug on the real
 Who's stronger when I put it on ya, on ya, all playa haters goners
 Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all
 They fall, they fall buck buck, oh yeah
 Niggas they get it then pissed off
 And ah, and ah to fuck with the wrong motherfuckers
 They fall (quick) when we buck, bitch, ooh
 We got something to put you back into your truck quick
 Hey, that four-four magnum, gon' handle em'
 Ain't no nigga badder, .357 put that ass on the mat
 Execution, I'll be shootin' while you runnin' off at your mouth
 You plot me cause you watch me, watch me, watch me
 My nigga, we know what ya thinkin'
 Bout, but bitch, if you run up and try me
 I'm comin' up outta my shit with some shit
 That be keepin' you runnin' and wonderin'
 What have I got to make sure they lit him up good
 And you can still find me, where (You know we no bullshit)
 East 99, drug dealers and po-po, yeah that's St. Clair
 Bone runnin' back to Mo', and that's Cleveland, Cleveland
 You know we thuggin' and theivin', theivin'
 If somebody got beef, we got millions done made
 I rollin' thug records for ya, see my nigga
 We comin' with nothin' to lose and bitch, if ya try me
 (Any bodies) All those bloody bodies, tryin' to get outta the room
 If I could just look up and see haters dyin', I'n I'n,
 And flip up my mind and whenever you think I'm quiet
 I get plots on the riot riot bang
 That's way ya get em' man, get 'em, man, get 'em, man
 Sneak up on em' and you kill em' and they won't fuck with ya no more
 You havin' a party, and the weed goin' up in your body
 Smokers chill, my niggas done got get me sloppy high, oh so so high.
 Come on, come on, don't be shy
 Let's get high
 We got that herb
 If you want some, want some
 We got weed indeed, you need some, need some
 Ah, yeah I know this just might sound crazy
 But lately gotta roll with my gun
 Cause the haters they hate me
 Wanna hurt that nigga, Bone, niggas somehow, someway get paid
 And quit playa hatin'
 That buck to the bang, everything I got, I got 'cause we rhyme
 Tight rhyme, Had to thug it out, but it came in time, just in time
 And if you give it to me, my thugs gon' give it you
 So either way we go about this goes, somebody's head gon' get blown
 Bone gon' on with your bad self, now hey, hey, hey
 Blowin' up your face with your pistols
 And get with that buck to the bang, bang, bang
 Nigga wanna roll with Bone, it's on, cause nigga, we cool, we cool
 Don't forget, playa haters get that buck to the bang
 All up in that body, got him, got him
 We won't be slippin', we just might be peepin' you all the time
 I'm comin', I'm gunnin' and I put that on the double nine
 Shoot em' up always, hate when I break you off and you loss
 And make it look to floss
 Let there be coffins for all of your offspring
 Now let there be coffins for all of your offspring
 For the police on the corner, creepin' up
 Here come them soldiers pullin' up
 Better watch one of them St. Clair niggas
 Put it in a gutter, better off and doze ya
 Really know ya shouldn't have let me jumpin' up out your shit
 You runnin' with a gang of bitches for you
 Ready when I'm ready to do it you
 It in my thang but a buck, buck is small change
 It's off in ten to say that they niggas was bullshittin'
 And the Bizzy maintain, nigga this the North Coast homie
 That city where the St. Clair niggas sell dope
 I hear police roll deep in the set, see none of us scared
 And we show that it's on, bitch, bang
 You feel the pitch of my trigger finger's a bitch
 I done put it down with my click, and stood on my own,
 And kill flesh and I rest on the nine
 I'll be fuckin' with y'all, slangin' my dogs
 And em' all niggas been anxious lil' Bizzy, but it's all good
 I still ball, and I know when ya roll
 I'm snatchin' your souls with the Bone
 We can show it, and since I'm a flow, and it's all of y'all realer
 My niggas, I figured I'd let 'em all know it
 Playas takin' up off the style, well, if you think I'm scared
 You, dead wrong, did you think when I break you down.
 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
 Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
 Twelve gauges bust up in ya, playa haters we be quick to pin ya
 You know we know, you don't wanna roll
 Cause when we give it to ya, we're gonna bring it to ya, oh yeah
 Twelve gauges bust up in ya, playa haters we be quick to pin ya
 You know we know, you don't wanna roll
 Cause when we give it to ya, we're gonna bring it to ya, oh yeah
 Twelve gauges bust up in ya, playa haters we be quick to pin ya
 You know we know, you don't wanna roll
 Cause when we give it to ya, we're gonna bring it to ya, oh yeah
 Twelve gauges bust up in ya, playa haters we be quick to pin ya
 You know we know, you don't wanna roll
 Cause when we give it to ya, we're gonna bring it to ya, oh yeah