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 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.