Lyrics to Shoot Em Up
Remember when I used to play; shoot 'em up, bang bang
I can bang, my gang bang
They call me the mad man
NIggas know me
Gamers fuck our money
I smoke bare weed
Ain't gonna catch me running
They didn't see me coming, didn't see me coming
Send that plumber to your yard but he ain't gonna fix your plumbing
Young Spray, thats my nigga from long time
Fucked up in them arse way, let's not talk about gun crime
RC, knock them niggas out one time
We backstrapping your dumb gang
Shoot 'em up, bang bang
Yeah
I'm ouchea
Niggas die everyday, why would I care
I'm just trynna make a dream outta nighhtmare
My money don't fight fair
Yeah we get that by any means
When we was selling food, you were selling dreams
Selling dros, I was selling cheese
Straight bullet hole for my enemies
Stunt ours, these fuckboys ain't smelling me
Why the fuck are you telling them? Why the fuck are you telling me?
Remember when I used to play; shoot 'em up, bang bang
I can bang, my gang bang
They call me the mad man
The first yout got shot in his leg
The second yout man shot nearly dead
The third yout man shot him in his head
Put a nozzle to his nostrils then turn his face red
Buss copper, buss lead
Truss brothers, not friends
We from London town and that's a war torn ends
We're keeping it real means staying out for revenge
Boys against men, it's like knives against skengs
Our life entertained
Turn man over, prye it, what i did ? run man over
Do they care if my man older?
He got stabbed in his chest and shoulder
Bang bang anywhere
Us church when them man were everywhere
In the streets, men were heavy gear
Fifty men deep, never scared
TMD, don't stop shooting till everythig empty
Blow man up like TNT
From N17 to EN3
Call me the mad man
Play in the bloodsport just like Van Damme
Batman
Call me the mad man
Young Spray, gun spray, kick it, bang bang
Remember when I used to play; shoot 'em up, bang bang
I can bang, my gang bang
They call me the mad man
I can bang, my gang bang
They call me the mad man
NIggas know me
Gamers fuck our money
I smoke bare weed
Ain't gonna catch me running
They didn't see me coming, didn't see me coming
Send that plumber to your yard but he ain't gonna fix your plumbing
Young Spray, thats my nigga from long time
Fucked up in them arse way, let's not talk about gun crime
RC, knock them niggas out one time
We backstrapping your dumb gang
Shoot 'em up, bang bang
Yeah
I'm ouchea
Niggas die everyday, why would I care
I'm just trynna make a dream outta nighhtmare
My money don't fight fair
Yeah we get that by any means
When we was selling food, you were selling dreams
Selling dros, I was selling cheese
Straight bullet hole for my enemies
Stunt ours, these fuckboys ain't smelling me
Why the fuck are you telling them? Why the fuck are you telling me?
Remember when I used to play; shoot 'em up, bang bang
I can bang, my gang bang
They call me the mad man
The first yout got shot in his leg
The second yout man shot nearly dead
The third yout man shot him in his head
Put a nozzle to his nostrils then turn his face red
Buss copper, buss lead
Truss brothers, not friends
We from London town and that's a war torn ends
We're keeping it real means staying out for revenge
Boys against men, it's like knives against skengs
Our life entertained
Turn man over, prye it, what i did ? run man over
Do they care if my man older?
He got stabbed in his chest and shoulder
Bang bang anywhere
Us church when them man were everywhere
In the streets, men were heavy gear
Fifty men deep, never scared
TMD, don't stop shooting till everythig empty
Blow man up like TNT
From N17 to EN3
Call me the mad man
Play in the bloodsport just like Van Damme
Batman
Call me the mad man
Young Spray, gun spray, kick it, bang bang
Remember when I used to play; shoot 'em up, bang bang
I can bang, my gang bang
They call me the mad man
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