[Intro]

Yeah

Yeah! (Yo)

Uhh

[Verse 1]

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 mothafucka 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 nigga think they could fuck around

Real niggas do real things by all means

Niggas knowing how we get down, it goes

[Chorus]

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)

[Verse 2]

Driving through the 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

[Chorus]

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)