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Shoot 'Em Up

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  • [Nas] 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 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, 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 he's done before we bail, i aint trying to goto jail Must handle beef, code of the street Load up the heat, if these nigga think they could fuck around Real niggas do real things By all means, niggas knowin how we get down.. It goes...... [Chorus (3X)] Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what.. (whispering) Kill kill kill, murder murder murder [Nas] Driving through 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 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 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 wonderin, In this scam, do I even stand a chance? He killed the 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 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... [Chorus (4X)] [3rd time there is no whispering of: kill kill kill, murder murder muder.]

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