Shoot 'em Up Lyrics

Shoot 'Em UpKrayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, and Wish---------------------------------------------------------------------------------Refrain-Shoot, shoot 'em up/ Shoot 'em up/ Shoot 'em up/ 12 gauges bust up in you, playa hatersWe be quick to pin you, cuz when we give it to you, we're gonna bring it to you Oh, yeahLayzieRight off the jump, Ooh/ Now I gots to let you know/ When you see me got me rollin'With them big shotguns, and we deep when we creep; Never sleepin'/ We droppin' them whammies on foolswho wanna get dumb and numb/ Now that you know like that; These niggas come aroundThey don't know how to act/ In fact; I'm at the track in the back with a couple of my catsIn the hood/ Smokin' weed, ain't up to no good/ Red Dog in the trunkAnd we rollin' that thang, slang that bail on over you thugsSo me and the rest of these thugs can marinade, marinade/ We straightGet high, so high; That's how my mental -That's how mental stateIt's like parlay/ Parlay Like everyday/ Don't think I don't pin playa hationBut you better be pinnin' yourself or contend With the M-11, .357, automatic weapons from my shelfNiggas wanna take my health and wealth; Check yourself/ Tryin' to contend, but couldn't winYou took it to the head with a fifth of Hen and Now we in to win 500 Benz/ Oh, we roll, rollDrop the top and lock the locks/ Cock the glocks 'Bout to hit this corner/ Livin' a thug on the realWho's stronger? When I put on you? All playas gonnersKrayzieMuder, Mo' muder, Mo' murder, Mo' muder them all; They fall -They fallBuck! Buck! Oh, yeah niggas they gettin' us pissed finna/ And they f*ck with the wrong m*thaf*ckasto f*ck with when pump b*tch/ Ooh, becauze we gonna put right back in your trunk quickHey! That 44 magnum gon' have to learn ain't no nigga badder then .357Put that ass into matter; Execution/ I'll be shootin' rounds/ He runnin' off with your moYou plot, cuz you watch me (watch me, watch) My nigga, we know what your thinkin' boutBut b*tch; If you run up and try me, I'm comin' up outta of my street with some sh*tTo be keepin' you wonderin' whatever happend to him/ They sure did lit him up goodAnd you can still find me where you know (Cleveland, Cleveland) E. 1999 drugdealers and po-poYeah! That's the Clair; Goin' right back to Mo! and it's ClevelandCleveland! You know were thuggin' and theivin', theivin'/ If somebody got beefWe got millions done made/ And don't let that record fool you/ See my nigga, we comin' with nothin' to loseAnd b*tch, If your tryin' to hear the bodies, minus bloody bodies tryin' to get out of the roomIf I could just look up and see haters dyin'...Your flippin' my mindWhenever you think I'm quiet I could pass on the right, right? Bang! That's the way you get him manGet him, man/ Get him,man /Sneak up on him/ All you kill him and he won't f*ck with you no moreYou havin' a party/ Indo We got goin' up your body/ Smokers chill, my niggas they done got me sloppyHigh...Oh...So, So highWish Come on, Come on/ Don't be shy/ Let's get highKrayzie We got the herbWishIf you want some, want some/ We got weed indeed/ You need some, need some/ Oh, yeahI know this just might sound crazy, but latley; Gotta roll with my gun, cuz the haters; They hate meWhen they heard that nigga Bone/ Niggas somehow, someway get paidQuit playa hatin' that buck to the bang/ Everything I got/ I get cuz we rhyme tight rhymeHad to thug it out but it came in time/ Just in time and if you give it to meMy thugs gon' give it to you/ So get it with coke after school/ Somebodies head gon' get blownBone don't you pass up/ Now hey, hey, hey/ Blowin' in your face with your pistolsAnd get with that buck to the bang, bang, bang, niggaWanna roll with Bone that's all, nigga/ We cool, we cool/ Don't forget; Playa haters getThat buck to the bang/ All up in that body/ Got'em, got'em; We won't be sleepin'We just might be givin' you all the time/ I'm comin', I'm gunnin', and I put that on the double 9BizzyShoot'em up always hate when I break you off and you lost it/ Better look to false itLet there be coffins for all of your offspring/ OhFor the police on the corner/ Creepin' up; Here comes the soldiers pullin' upBetter watch one of them St. Clair niggas/ Put it in the gutter/ Better often dozerReally know you/ Shoot 'em up/ Me comin' up out your sh*t/ You runnin' with a gang of b*tchesWhenever your ready; I'm ready/ To do it to you/ Be my thang with a buck buckSmall change/ Just often let's say that your niggas was bullsh*tin' and Bizzy maintainNigga, it's the Northcoast homie; that city where the St.Clair niggas sell dope/ I here PoliceDeep in the set; See, none of us scared, we started/ It's on b*tch, Bang!You feel the pinch of my trigger fingers a b*tch/ I done put it down with my clickLet's kill 'em all, let's kill/ Flesh and I rest on the 9 when not f*cking with ya'llsEven my doggs kill 'em all/ Niggas, the nation lil' Bizzy/ It's all good, I'll still rollin'And I know rollin' and snatchin' them sounds with the Bone/ Nigga we can show itAnd since I'm flowin'/ When it's all that you heard/ All my niggas, I figured I'll let'em all know it(Know it) Playas takin' up off this style/ And if you think I'm scaredYou're dead wrong/ What will you think when I bring you down?-Refrain-