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Artist: Nas
Canonical path: /nas/shoot-em-up
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Shoot 'Em Up
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Shoot 'Em Up
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One 44, two 45's
3 loaded clips, 4 niggas roll, one nigga drives
500 Benz, 6 reasons why
This kid should die
We shootin' every mother fucker outside
Pulled on his block, jumped out the car, guns in our hands
At the same time every body ran
There that nigga go, hiding in the crowd
Let the trigger blow, 7 shots now he lying on the ground
Blood on the floor
Then we shot some more
Niggas he was with
2 niggas hit, one nigga fell
One tryed to run, go get him son
Make sure hes done before we bail, I ain't tryin to 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 know 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
Driving throught the roads Suburban Chevrolet
6 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
Ringin' the bell, where in the hell
Could they be at, I'm about to leave
Steppin' slow, where my truck was at
Who the fuck is that?
Could it be a jack?
Now I 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 2 already, 3rd ass was heavy
Nas this is Sherri, Sherri this is Nas, and his man, Ready?
Walked in the house, snatched of 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 them hoes, took all they doe
Fire in his eyes, higher than the sky
Comin' down the stairs
Now he wantin' mine, reachin for my nine
Aiming with our guns at eachothers face, at the same time
My nine on his lips, his fifth on my chin, I start whispering
"Put your gun down, we 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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