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 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
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
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.