Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up   Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up   Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up   Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up   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   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 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' 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 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, 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 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?      Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up   Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up   Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up   Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up   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      Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up   Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up   Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up   Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up   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      Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up   Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up   Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up   Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up   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      Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up   Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up   Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up   Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up   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