Shoot 'Em Up

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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 We 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 f**k with tha real mothaf**kas They f**k 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 a*s 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' lyin' Lyin' and flippin' my mind Wherever 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 f**k 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, it's 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 f**kin' 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? 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