Shoot 'em Up

Lyrics

Yeah
 Yeah
 Uh
 One .44, two .45's
 Three loaded clips, four niggas roll, one nigga drives
 Five hundred Benz, six reasons why this kid should die
 We shooting every motherfucker outside
 Pulled on his block, jumped out the car
 Guns in our hand, at the same time everybody ran
 There that nigga go, hiding in the crowd
 Let the trigger blow, seven shots now he lying on the ground
 Blood on the floor then we shot some more
 Niggas he was with two niggas hit, one nigga fell
 One tried to run, go get him son
 Make sure he's done 'fore we bail, I ain't tryna go to jail
 Must handle beef, code of the street, load up the heat
 If these niggas think they could fuck around
 Real niggas do real things by all means
 Niggas knowing how we get down, it goes
 Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what?
 (Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder)
 Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what?
 (Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder)
 Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what?
 (Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder)
 Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what?
 (Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder)
 Driving through roads, Suburban Chevrolet
 Six tinted windows, and I'm on my way
 To get up with my hoes, I pull up to they house
 Not a freak to be heard, nobody came out
 Ringing the bell, where in the hell, could they be at?
 I'm about to leave stepping slow, where my truck was at
 Who the fuck is that? Could it be a jack?
 Now pull my strap, it's my man and we have the same plan
 There them bitches go, Civic '94
 Looking funny though, open up the car door, funny smile
 Fuck two already, third ass was heavy
 "Nas this is Sherry, Sherry this is Nas and his man, ready?"
 Walked in the house, snatched off they clothes
 Ran through them hoes, plenty ice, that they all seemed to like
 Can't find my man, heard a blam-blam
 Now I'm wondering, "In this scam, do I even stand a chance?"
 He killed the hoes, took all they dough
 Fire in his eyes, higher than the sky coming down the stairs
 Now he wanting mine, reaching for my nine
 Aiming with our guns at each others face, at the same time
 My nine on his lips, his fifth on my chin, I start whispering
 "Put your gun down, we can skip town"
 Rocked him to sleep, pushed back his meat
 Lift off his chain, took his shit, emptied out close range
 Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what?
 (Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder)
 Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what?
 (Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder)
 Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what?
 Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what?
 (Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder)
 

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Duration
02:53
Key
6
Tempo
90 BPM

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