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[Chorus] Shoot shoot shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up [x4] Twelve gauges bust up in ya playa hatas we be quick to pin ya You know, we know, you don't wanna roll Cause then we give it to you, we're gonna bring it to you, oh yeah... Right off the job, ooh now I gots ta let ya know, When you seen betta be rollin' with tha big shot guns And we deep when we creep never sleepin' and we droppin' Dead bodies on fools who wanna get dumb enough Now that you know like that These niggaz come around they don't know how to act, in fact I'm at the track in tha back with a couple of my cats in the hood Smokin' weed and up to no good Red Dog in the trunk and we rollin' that bank Slang that bud on over yo thug So me and tha rest of these thugs can marinate, marinate We straight get high, so high That's how my mental, that's how my mental stay It's like parlay parlay like every day Don't think on tha pimp, playa hatin' But ya betta be pinnin' yo self I cuts in with tha M-11, 357 Automatic weapons from my shelf. These niggaz wanna take my health, my wealth check yo self Tryin' to get in but they couldn't win Letras de cancionesWe took it to tha head with a fifth of weed now we in a 500 Benzo we roll-roll. Drop tha top, lock tha locks, cock tha glock, 'Bout ta hit this corna, Livin like a thugs on tha real who's stronga When I put on ya, all playaz gonnaz Murda mo murda mo murda mo murda dem all, they fall, dey fall Buck-buck, oh yeah Niggaz be gettin' they pistols finna, And fuck with tha real mothafuckas They fuck with us when we puff bitch Ooh because we gonna put you back up in yo trunk quick Hey, and 44 mag don't go and Tha little nigga don't know betta, 357 put that ass in a matter Execution, i'll be shootin' round "Leavin' em off on ya raw" Ya plot me cause you watch me My nigga you know you watchin me now When bitch niggaz run up and try me I'm flippin up outta my shit with some shit to be keepin' you wonderin' redrum bye-bye And fo sure we lit em up good And you can still find me where You know East 99, drug dealers and po-po and St. Clair Going back to the mo And it's Cleveland Cleveland You know we thuggin' and thievin' thievin' There's somebody who got beef, we got millions to make A whole notha record For you see my niggaz we comin' with nothin to lose And bitch if you try me anybody mine plus Bloody bodies trying to get out of tha room If I could just look up and see ya dyin' iyin, iyin and flippin' my mind Whereever you dig em quiet The get past on tha ride right bang That's tha way you get a man, get a man Sneak up on him and you kill him And he won't fuck with you no more. You havin a party With that weed goin up in ya body Smokers chill My niggaz they got me sloppy High oh so so high Come on come on don't be shy let's get high We got tha herb, if you want some, want some We got weed indeed you need some, need some Oh yeah I know this just might sound crazy, but lately Gotta roll wit' my gun Cause tha hatas they hate me When they heard that nigga bone Niggaz somehow someway get paid Even if they hate that buck to tha bang Good thing I got a gat cause we rhyme tight rhymes Had to thug out but it came in time Just two times And if you give it to me My thugs gon' give it to you So people pull back its cool Somebody's head gon' get blown Bone, doin ya best on that Hey, hey, hey Go and fix with yo pistols and get with that buck to tha bang, bang, bang Nigga wanna roll with bone it's on But nigga we cool, we cool Don't forget playa hataz gettin' That buck to tha bang All up in tha body, got 'em got 'em We won't be slippin' we might just be peepin' you all tha time I'm comin' I'm gunnin' And put that on tha dolla man... Shoot 'em up always, St. Clair breakin' you off and, you lossin', betta look to falsin', that'll be coffins for all of ya offspring Well that'll be coffins for all of ya offspring For tha police on the corna' Creepin up because tha soldiers Well they betta be watchin' on of them St. Clair niggaz Puttin' it together to grab the doja Well I know ya, see now you jumpin' about yo shit you Ready with a gang of bitches for you Ready and willing to do it to you, be my thang, That buck, buck to smoke jane See some of these niggaz say that nigga was bullshit With that Bizzy maintain Well it be that north coast homie That city where tha St. Clair niggaz sell dope on it Police want to search you for nothin' but that skunk So it's on bitch bang Feel it bitch cause my trigga' fingaz a bitch Ho I be puttin em down with my click I stood em all, and still play And rest my nine up when I'm fuckin with y'all Slangin my dogs to dem all Niggaz mention little Bizzy, but it's all good I still ball, and I'm knowin' you knowin no snatching no souls no nigga be showin' Cause as I'm flowin already gave my niggas a fifth and we lit in a doorway here Clair, stickin' up tha sto' What did you think i'm scared There you are What did you think i'd bring you down... Chorus [x4] From Letras Mania