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Tytuł: Shoot'em up

  • Wykonawca: Nas
  • Wy¶wietleń: 196

  
   One 44, two 45's
  3 loaded clips, 4 niggas roll, one nigga drives
  500 Benz, 6 reasons why
  This kid should die
  We shootin' every mother fucker outside
  Pulled on his block, jumped out the car, guns in our hands
  At the same time every body ran
  There that nigga go, hiding in the crowd
  Let the trigger blow, 7 shots now he lying on the ground
  Blood on the floor
  Then we shot some more
  Niggas he was with
  2 niggas hit, one nigga fell
  One tryed to run, go get him son
  Make sure hes done before we bail, I ain't tryin to go to jail
  Must handle beef, code of the street
  Load up the heat, if these niggas think they could fuck around
  Real niggas do real things
  By all means, niggas know how we get down... it goes...
  
  
  Chorus (3X)
  Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, What...
  (whispering)
  Kill Kill Kill, Murder Murder Murder
  
  
  Driving throught the roads Suburban Chevrolet
  6 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
  Ringin' the bell, where in the hell
  Could they be at, I'm about to leave
  Steppin' slow, where my truck was at
  Who the fuck is that?
  Could it be a jack?
  Now I 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 2 already, 3rd ass was heavy
  "Nas this is Sherri, Sherri this is Nas, and his man, Ready?"
  Walked in the house, snatched of 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 them hoes, took all they doe
  Fire in his eyes, higher than the sky
  Comin' down the stairs
  Now he wantin' mine, reachin for my nine
  Aiming with our guns at eachothers face, at the same time
  My nine on his lips, his fifth on my chin, I start whispering
  "Put your gun down, we skip town"
  Rocked him to sleep, pushed back his meat
  Lift off his chain
  Took his shit, emptied out close range...
  
  
  Chorus(4X)
  (3rd time ther is no whispering of:
  Kill Kill Kill, Murder Murder Murder)