[Chorus: Too $hort, MC Ren, Ice Cube,]

Shoot 'em up

Shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot ’em up

Shoot a-shoot a motherfucker in a minute

Shoot 'em-shoot 'em-shoot ’em up

Shoot 'em-shoot 'em-shoot 'em up

Boom, boom, boom, boom, yeah, I was gunnin'

[Verse 1: Tommy Wright III]

I'm the last of MC's because they're are none left

I never loose in a battle ’cause I fight until the last breath

Defendin’ my turf with a gun so don't talk crap

You get slapped ’cause I never run when it's time to scrap

Step into shoot outs with a gun on my hip

As I blast like a rocket, keepin' clips in my back pocket

So rent a U-HAUL, so dead bodies could be hauled off

Where suckers get broke can't cope or manage the damage of the sawed off

So put on your black mask and gloves before you ride

’Cause it's gon' be hell if you can be identified

'Cause I'm like a warrior, fight like a barbarian

A UZI and TEC-9, just what I'm carryin'

I'm launchin' MC's like a catapult, with strength like incredible Hulk

Leavin' niggas dead without a pulse

I cut off heads, freeze 'em and hang 'em up on the wall

To show that I want to brawl, and nail 'em so they won't fall

I'm just like a hitman, Tommy for hire

Wanna fight if you got a curl, I'm bringin' my lighter

Don't complain, just get rushed to the med

I hate to see blood but I love to see bloodshed

I'm violent as hell when it comes to this type of shit

And when I load all my guns you feel just like a dick

So carry your shit, 'cause I'm a gangster, pimp and player

I never keep one shell I stack my shit up in layers

Just beware, 'cause I don't care about your welfare

You niggas know the deal Tommy Wright III shoots to kill

[Chorus: Too $hort, MC Ren, Ice Cube,]

Shoot 'em up

Shoot 'em-shoot 'em-shoot 'em up

Shoot a-shoot a motherfucker in a minute

Shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot 'em up

Shoot 'em-shoot 'em-shoot 'em up

Boom-boom-boom-boom, boom, boom, yeah, I was gunnin'

[Verse 2: Tommy Wright III]

H is for homicide, and A is attack

So get the fuck back, nigga, run in the house and look out the crack of the window

When I'm shootin' I want somebody to die

I hate wastin' bullets when everyone's still alive

Kill a nigga for anything, do I say that is the way

I was brought up to beat tricks up makin' them wish they was locked up

Under a jail cell 'cause it's just hell tryna' fuck with a nigga from Memphis

I hate to hear bullshit because all that shit is bull

The only job I got is keepin' the cemetery full

I walk down the street niggas think I'm a crip

'Cause my clothes are red from the blood of my victims

I don't kick butt, player, I kick ass

Compared to my speed your punch is slow as for last

Don't ever try to battle me because I fight dirty

When I was five I was whoopin' up niggas in their thirties

Niggas with quick temples, yo, they don't scare me at all

You say your nerves are bad get a blast from this cannonball

I have to keep robbin' niggas because I'm broke a lot

There are so many holes in a nigga you think he had polka dot

No use of beggin' 'cause I get loose without sympathy

Find and tryin' to kill niggas 'til my shells are empty

Pullin' out clips, hollow tips then I size him

Blow his ass of so bad, his own momma don't recognize him

If you really want mercy, get on your knees and kneel

Or ready, aim, fire, because I shoots to kill

[Chorus: Too $hort, MC Ren, Ice Cube]

Shoot 'em up

Shoot 'em-shoot 'em-shoot 'em up

Shoot a-shoot a motherfucker in a minute

Shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot 'em up

Shoot 'em-shoot 'em-shoot 'em up

Boom-boom-boom, boom, boom, yeah, I was gunnin'

[Verse 3: Tommy Wright III]

Sendin' tricks to the med with a broke leg or two

If I ain't got my pistol, I'll bust your head with a bottle of brew

One of my niggas would clear your face up like oxy

When I'm through with you it's guaranteed you need a autopsy

You can have any weapon even a stun gun jack

Ain't no runnin' while I'm gunnin' in the midst of this combat

Goin' round for round, it don't matter how many pounds you weigh

Ain't no escape when I slay and begin to spray

Comin' from the streets of hell, yeah the other level

Firin' my tracks, 'cause I was send to earth by the devil

Makin' it known that a tone's in my possession

Teachin' a lesson, with a blessin' from this Smith & Wesson

Leavin' the scene of the crime like I ain't did shit

But niggas in the hood know I have some' to do with it

Killin' your nephew, your daddy, your mammy

How you gon' fuck with a nigga that's labeled a vigilante, mane?

Every gun I got is a simple correct

And when I shoots to kill you know I'm shootin' directly at anyone

I'm chewin' motherfuckers like Now and Laters

And when I fight, I'm throwin' nothin' but haymakers

Smackin' you right down 'cause I'm stickin' it to 'em

And when I throw a punch at a nigga it feel like it's going through him

I hate to make bullet wounds I love to make bullet holes

You niggas know the deal, Tommy Wright III shoots to kill

[Chorus: Too $hort, MC Ren, Ice Cube, Tommy Wright III, Spice 1]

Shoot 'em up

Shoot 'em-shoot 'em-shoot 'em up

Shoot a-shoot a motherfucker in a minute

Shoot 'em-shoot 'em-shoot 'em up

Shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot 'em up

Boom-boom-boom, boom, boom, yeah, I was gunnin'

Shoot 'em up

Shoot 'em-shoot 'em-shoot 'em up

The-the-the night of the hit, I got my tone-

Shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot 'em up

Shoot 'em-shoot 'em-shoot 'em up

Talk-talk-talk-talking bout killing motherfuckers, dumping 'em in a dit-