• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Shoot 'Em Up - Nas
• Shoot 'Em Up - Master P
• Shoot 'Em Up - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
• Shoot 'Em Up - Cypress Hill
• Shoot 'Em Up - Chris Webby
• Shoot 'Em Up - H-Town
• Shoot 'Em Up - Juice Soundtrack
• Shoot 'Em Up - Betty X
• Shoot 'Em Up - Doggy's Angels

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 motherfucker outside
Pulled on his block, jumped out the car, guns in our hand
At the same time everybody 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 he's done before we bail, i aint trying to goto jail
Must handle beef, code of the street
Load up the heat, if these nigga think they could fuck around
Real niggas do real things
By all means, niggas knowin how we get down.. It goes......
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what..
(whispering)
Kill kill kill, murder murder murder
Driving through 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 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 off 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 wonderin, "In this scam, do I even stand a chance?"
He killed the 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 each others face, at the same time
my nine on his lips, his fifth on my chin, I start whispering
"Put your gun down, we can skip town"
Rocked him to sleep, pushed back his meat
Lift off his chain

[Master P]
A 211 in progress
Cause i'm the type of nigga that the police can't arrest
I'm going crazy, kickin' down doors
Breakin' in homes, and with my nine, i'm robbin' fuckin' liquor stores
I'm droppin' things on you punk ass bitches
From the streets and I keep 'em all listenin'
Suckas tried to play the P in nine-one
I came with fuckin' rhymes like a shotgun
I'm breakin' 'em like bouldas
A million plus fans and mother fuckas I told ya
That the P would come through like a bullet
Cock the mic like a gauge, grab the handle and then pull it
Don't give a fuck about the radio nigga
Gangsta lyrics that make my mother fuckin' partners bigger
I roll around town four niggas deep
Bumpin' shit like fuck the police
See I can never fuckin' sell out
I was born in the ghetto, so the ghettos what I talk about
One wrong move in the game and your fucked
And if I think your going do me, i'm gonna shoot your ass up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot
Shoot the mother fuckas up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot
Shoot the mothe fuckas up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot the mother fuckas
Shoot the mother fuckas up
[Master P]
Alot of labels try to play in nine-two
They didn't really think the P would come through
And niggas just dissin'
Now I went big time, I got 'em all ass kissin'
I roll in the Benzo, sittin' on Lorenzos
Now the same record company's at my window
I guess they wanna talk, talk about what
Heh, makin' me a star
Well you gotta pay me
Cause to the Underground alone I done sold hella tapes
Thanks to my hookup, my concerts are booked up
The same companies mad they over-looked us
Thick ass contracts to get a nigga stuck
And then my lawyer say you ain't legit, I gotta shoot you up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot
Shoot them mother fuckas up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot
Shoot
Shoot them mother fuckas up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot the mother fuckas
Shoot the mother fuckas up
[Master P]
So I refuse to get paid like them other dummies
Sellin' hella tapes and ain't makin' no money
You see I gotta fuck 'em up
I started my own company, that's how a nigga fuckin' came up
Lookin' for district bitches
But like my homie SKI it ain't nothin' but prostitution
So I refuse to get fucked like a hoe
That's why a nigga make shit for the god damn streets bro
Now the underground I rule
Success came fast but I done paid hella dues
Alot of rappers try ????, like sayin' they in jail, to make they tapes sell
Or poppin' that nasty shit
Show some pussy on the cover, and talk about eatin' a bitch
But I can never just stunt
I make that hard-core shit that niggas wanna pump
I'm puttin' hits on niggas in the rap game
I'm takin' 'em out just like the fuckin' dope game
You run up on P pump your pressin' your luck
I pack a nine cause I just might shoot a nigga up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot
Shoot the mother fuckas up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot
Shoot the mother fuckas up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Yo P, what
Shoot them mother fuckas up
[Master P]
Yeah niggas you better break your mother fuckin' selves
You know what i'm sayin'
Cause Master P is comin' straight gangsta hard-core
With this Underground shit for the nine-two
You know what i'm sayin', we shootin' niggas up this year
I got my partner Calli G close to me
Silkk, C-Murder, Fonzo, Sonya C, SKI, and CMT in the mother fuckin' house
With this laid-back ass dope track
Check this out, we straight killin' mother fuckas this year
So you can take it how you want to you know what i'm sayin'
You better run bitch!

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 haters we be quick to pin ya
You know we know, you don't wanna roll
Cause when we give it to ya, we're gonna bring it to ya, oh yeah
Right off the jump, ooh, now I gots to let you know
When you see me runnin' rollin' with them big shotguns,
And we deep when we creep, never sleepin'
And we droppin' them whamies on fools who wanna get dumb and numb
Now, that you know like that
These niggas come around, they don't know how to act
In fact, I'm at the track in the 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
Bang or slang, now bail on over to your thugs
So me and the rest of these thugs can marinade, marinade
We straight, get high, so high,
That's how my mental, that's how my mental state is like parlay, parlay
Like everyday, don't think I don't pin playa hation
But ya better pinnin' yourself, or contend with the M-11,
.357 Automatic weapons from my shelf
These niggas wanna take my health and wealth
Check yourself, tryin' to contend, but they couldn't win
You took it to the head with a fifth of Hen
Now we in a red 500 Benz-o, we roll, roll
Drop the top, and lock the locks, cock the glock
Bout to hit this corner, livin' like a thug on the real
Who's stronger when I put it on ya, on ya, all playa haters goners
Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all
They fall, they fall buck buck, oh yeah
Niggas they get it then pissed off
And ah, and ah to fuck with the wrong motherfuckers
They fall (quick) when we buck, bitch, ooh
We got something to put you back into your truck quick
Hey, that four-four magnum, gon' handle em'
Ain't no nigga badder, .357 put that ass on the mat
Execution, I'll be shootin' while you runnin' off at your mouth
You plot me cause you watch me, watch me, watch me
My nigga, we know what ya thinkin'
Bout, but bitch, if you run up and try me
I'm comin' up outta my shit with some shit
That be keepin' you runnin' and wonderin'
What have I got to make sure they lit him up good
And you can still find me, where (You know we no bullshit)
East 99, drug dealers and po-po, yeah that's St. Clair
Bone runnin' back to Mo', and that's Cleveland, Cleveland
You know we thuggin' and theivin', theivin'
If somebody got beef, we got millions done made
I rollin' thug records for ya, see my nigga
We comin' with nothin' to lose and bitch, if ya try me
(Any bodies) All those bloody bodies, tryin' to get outta the room
If I could just look up and see haters dyin', I'n I'n,
And flip up my mind and whenever you think I'm quiet
I get plots on the riot riot bang
That's way ya get em' man, get 'em, man, get 'em, man
Sneak up on em' and you kill em' and they won't fuck with ya no more
You havin' a party, and the weed goin' up in your body
Smokers chill, my niggas done got get me sloppy high, oh so so high.
Come on, come on, don't be shy
Let's get high
We got that herb
If you want some, want some
We got weed indeed, you need some, need some
Ah, yeah I know this just might sound crazy
But lately gotta roll with my gun
Cause the haters they hate me
Wanna hurt that nigga, Bone, niggas somehow, someway get paid
And quit playa hatin'
That buck to the bang, everything I got, I got 'cause we rhyme
Tight rhyme, Had to thug it out, but it came in time, just in time
And if you give it to me, my thugs gon' give it you
So either way we go about this goes, somebody's head gon' get blown
Bone gon' on with your bad self, now hey, hey, hey
Blowin' up your face with your pistols
And get with that buck to the bang, bang, bang
Nigga wanna roll with Bone, it's on, cause nigga, we cool, we cool
Don't forget, playa haters get that buck to the bang
All up in that body, got him, got him
We won't be slippin', we just might be peepin' you all the time
I'm comin', I'm gunnin' and I put that on the double nine
Shoot em' up always, hate when I break you off and you loss
And make it look to floss
Let there be coffins for all of your offspring
Now let there be coffins for all of your offspring
For the police on the corner, creepin' up
Here come them soldiers pullin' up
Better watch one of them St. Clair niggas
Put it in a gutter, better off and doze ya
Really know ya shouldn't have let me jumpin' up out your shit
You runnin' with a gang of bitches for you
Ready when I'm ready to do it you
It in my thang but a buck, buck is small change
It's off in ten to say that they niggas was bullshittin'
And the Bizzy maintain, nigga this the North Coast homie
That city where the St. Clair niggas sell dope
I hear police roll deep in the set, see none of us scared
And we show that it's on, bitch, bang
You feel the pitch of my trigger finger's a bitch
I done put it down with my click, and stood on my own,
And kill flesh and I rest on the nine
I'll be fuckin' with y'all, slangin' my dogs
And em' all niggas been anxious lil' Bizzy, but it's all good
I still ball, and I know when ya roll
I'm snatchin' your souls with the Bone
We can show it, and since I'm a flow, and it's all of y'all realer
My niggas, I figured I'd let 'em all know it
Playas takin' up off the style, well, if you think I'm scared

[B-Real]
Who wants the wrath, it must be the hood
who's up to no good, and wishes a man would
come up and give him a reason to blast on..
I wouldn't put it past him!
He's got juice, how long will it last him?
He's gettin back, at, all the punks that harassed him
Ask him (HEY!) what's ya main hobby?
He'll say there ain't, nothin like the motherfuckin robbery
So don't crowd me, cause yo I run shit
You know, homey that old top gun shit
I got a slug comin straight out the barrel
for your ass, if you wanna ask a dumb question
Cause I'm quick on the draw, click-click, punks drop
Now your lifes ain't worth shit!
Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog (repeat 2X)
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up y'all, yeah
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up (SHOOT 'EM UP!)
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up y'all, yeah
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up (SHOOT 'EM UP!)
[Sen Dog]
Sen Dog, never again will I bend
No letters of death, no threats, will I send
So I'm puttin an end, to all your dumb shit
(dumb shit) dumb shit.. that, "Homes WHERE YOU FROM?" shit
Cause I run shit, my way, all day, I don't play
cause it won't pay
Niggaz wanna play with the pistol, you make me get pissed though
(YOU GET A FISTFUL!)
Make you eat knuckles, feel your knees buckle
Still feelin great when you're sleepin on the pavement?
Save it! The beatdown, who gave it?
Sen did, no one will explain it
Chorus
[B-Real]
I've had it up to HERE, with all the bullshit
Finger's on the trigger, and I'm about to pull it
Gank hardrock, up the block, you know I rule it
To the punks around the corner someone's gonna catch a bullet
To the crew, that wants, to get with my program
I'm out to get mine, and ain't takin shit from no man
in the neighborhood, cause there ain't no brotherhood
In other words, good, if you heard, that we're comin up
We're out to make a quick buck, that's what I'm thinkin
And I'm smokin any PUNK who even thinks of finkin

[Intro:]
Put your controllers in the air
Ha-ha, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1:]
Call of Duty, online, baby, let's get it poppin'
They try to step to me with the head shot got 'em
I'm something like the best at a team death-match
Rusher of the Middle East, take it to the next map
Dope attacks to blow your back with
A natural born Soap MacTavish
Scope and blast it
It won't be an open casket, don't care
There ain't no love this is Modern Warfare
[Chorus:]
'Cos I shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, WHAT!
None of you motherfuckers want war with me
'Cos I shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, WHAT!
Xbox to the PS3
'Cos I shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, WHAT!
Head-shot from the sniper rifle, MG
'Cos I shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, WHAT!
Murder all you bitches in that COD
[Verse 2:]
You couldn't see me with a UAV
Or a heartbeat sensor on your SMG
It's COD, and see you could never stop me
Dropping competition like a fucking Nazi Zombie
I'm cocky, ain't nobody's messing when he's on
I'm the reason you're whole team is getting respawned
Your a pawn, get powned when I come attacked with
My bluetooth and ear, always talking mad shit
Flashbang, grenades and knife 'em all day
PS3 to Xbox, can't stay away
BANG, then I put another in your brain
Burn these motherfuckers with the napalm flame
And then I
[Chorus:]
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, WHAT!
None of you motherfuckers want war with me
'Cos I shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, WHAT!
Xbox to the PS3
'Cos I shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, WHAT!
Head-shot from the sniper rifle, MG
'Cos I shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, WHAT!
Murder all you bitches in that COD
[Outro:]

[Dino Speaking:]
Yeah Baby, Baby I'm Here Today
Cuz Baby I Wanna Tell The World
My Story Of What U Done 4 Me Baby
U Know, Ya See Baby I Don't Wanna Lie
Baby, I Wanna Let The World Know Baby
That You've Been Here 4 Me Baby
U Know And I'm Gonna Tell That World
What You've Done 4 Me
What Wonderful Lady U Are Baby
Cuz U Know People Don't Wanna Say
I Mean Men Don't Wanna Say Baby
See I'm A Man Baby
See I'm A Man Baby
And I Know Men Baby Don't Wanna Do What I'm About 2 Do Today Baby
U Know Let The World Know, What Wonderful Things That You've Done 4 Me Suga
And Baby I Gotta Let Them Know, That's Why I Want Them 2 Listen Check It Out
[Chorus:]
Shoot Em Up Bang, Bang(Yeah)
Shoot Em Up Bang, Bang(I Love U)
Shoot Em Up Bang, Bang(Alright)
Shoot Em Up Bang, Bang(I Won't Rest Until U Stay)
[Verse 1:]
I Can Remember Days
Holdin Down The Fort
I Was There 2 Sacrifice My Lovin Baby
And I Can Remember That Day Like Yesterday
And I'm Not Afraid 2 Come On And Talk About It
See When He Put His Hands On That U Way
Mine As Well Did 2 Me, What He Did 2 She
Cuz Oh, I Had To Kill Him Baby
I Felt The Love, Now I'm Sittin Down In Prison
Oh, Writing About Her And I'm Not Afraid 2 Say That I Know That I Did Wrong
I Just Want The World To Hear My Song Here It Go
[Chorus:]
Shoot Em Up Bang, Bang
Shoot Em Up Bang, Bang
Shoot Em Up Bang, Bang
Shoot Em Up Bang, Bang
Shoot Em Up Bang, Bang
Shoot Em Up Bang, Bang
Shoot Em Up Bang, Bang
Shoot Em Up Bang, Bang
[Verse 2:]
I Know They Say I'm A Fool
But My Heart Was Covered In Love
And I Was There 2 Do What U Needed Me 2 Do
And Lord I Can Remember When We Were Cryin U
Said Oh, How He Left Your Face So Bruised
And All I Needed 2 Know Was He The One Who Did It
Cuz Oh, I Was Mad As Hell And I Was Gonna Straight Kill Him Baby
I Felt The Love And He Wasn't Going 2 Take The Only Love In My Heart
And Now I'm Sittin Here Rotting In This Hell Hole 4 U
And All I Want Is The World 2 Hear My Song, It's Like This Here It Go
[Chorus]
[Dino Speaking:]
Ya See Baby
A Man Ain't Gonna Do What I'm About 2 Do
Cuz I Know Baby, That I Know I Love U
U Know What I'm Sayin Suga
[Dino Singing:]
Don't It Feel Good
Don't It Feel Real Good
Ooh Tonight
Let Me Take It Home

[B-Real]
Who wants the wrath, it must be the hood
who's up to no good, and wishes a man would
come up and give him a reason to blast on..
I wouldn't put it past him!
He's got juice, how long will it last him?
He's gettin back, at, all the punks that harassed him
Ask him (HEY!) what's ya main hobby?
He'll say there ain't, nothin like the motherfuckin robbery
So don't crowd me, cause yo I run shit
You know, homey that old top gun shit
I got a slug comin straight out the barrel
for your ass, if you wanna ask a dumb question
Cause I'm quick on the draw, click-click, punks drop
Now your lifes ain't worth shit!
[Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog (repeat 2X)]
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up y'all, yeah
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up (SHOOT 'EM UP!)
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up y'all, yeah
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up (SHOOT 'EM UP!)
[Sen Dog]
Sen Dog, never again will I bend
No letters of death, no threats, will I send
So I'm puttin an end, to all your dumb shit
(dumb shit) dumb shit.. that, "Homes WHERE YOU FROM?" shit
Cause I run shit, my way, all day, I don't play
cause it won't pay
Niggaz wanna play with the pistol, you make me get pissed though
(YOU GET A FISTFUL!)
Make you eat knuckles, feel your knees buckle
Still feelin great when you're sleepin on the pavement?
Save it! The beatdown, who gave it?
Sen did, no one will explain it
[Chorus]
[B-Real]
I've had it up to HERE, with all the bullshit
Finger's on the trigger, and I'm about to pull it
Gank hardrock, up the block, you know I rule it
To the punks around the corner someone's gonna catch a bullet
To the crew, that wants, to get with my program
I'm out to get mine, and ain't takin shit from no man
in the neighborhood, cause there ain't no brotherhood
In other words, good, if you heard, that we're comin up
We're out to make a quick buck, that's what I'm thinkin
And I'm smokin any PUNK who even thinks of finkin
[Chorus]

Live by the gun
And die by the gun
...So they say
The pressure's building
The blood is coursing through my veins
I feel like I could lose my mind
I feel like I could go insane
The dam's about to burst
I feel like I could lose my mind
Shoot'em up, let god sort'em out in the end
It's not my fault anyway
Society has made me temporarily insane
Shoot'em up
And Shoot it up
And Shoot'em again
Shoot'em up
And Shoot it up
And Shoot'em again
Shoot'em up
And Shoot it up
And take away my pain...
Shoot'em up
And Shoot it up
And take away my pain...
For the need to breed and consume...
And die
All over again
I am God
I decide whether you live or you die
Only a loser would live his life this way
I'm sick of the sickening fakes
Consumers consume my soul away
Wouldn't it be nice to just blow them all away?
Away!
Shoot'em up, let god sort'em out in the end
It's not my fault anyway
Society has made me mentally insane
That's what they'll claim...
Shoot'em up
And Shoot it up
And Shoot'em again
Shoot it up
And Shoot'em up
And Shoot it again
Shoot'em up
And Shoot it up
And Shoot'em again
And take away my pain...
For the need to breed and consume...
And die
And do it all over again
The pressure's building
The blood is coursing through my veins
I feel like I could explode
I feel like I could loose control
The dam's about to burst
I feel like I could go insane!
So blow'em all...
Blow'em all...
So blow'em all
Blow'em all away!
Shoot'em up, let god sort'em out in the end
It's not my fault anyway
Society has made me mentally insane
That's what they'll claim...
Shoot'em up
And Shoot it up
And Shoot'em again
Shoot'em up
And Shoot it up
And Shoot'em again
Shoot'em up
And Shoot it up
And take away my pain...
Shoot'em up
And Shoot it up
And Shoot'em again
Shoot it up
Shoot it up

Yea, check this out, cha'll
This is Big Snoopy D-O-Double-Gizzel
And I got my homegirls, Doggy's Angels up in this, motherfucker
They came to lay y'all dizzay, know what I'm saying?
So shut up, put your cups down and check game, biotch
You put your trust in me, I put my trust in you
With any problems, shoot the curb and together we'll shoot 'em up
(Shoot 'em up)
Together we'll shoot 'em up
(Bang, bang)
Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
Holla'd at Tha Angels, holla'd back when you cop that
Dark grey ski mask and A K gat with the sawed off
Cola-Loc to ass, let's blow these niggas' heads off
I'ma unload ta parody lie
If those help with toe tags and body bags
Nobody move' nobody get hurt or gets hawed off
Like Jadakiss, "Kiss Tha Game Goodbye", these niggas is soft
Pedal to the metal matchin' doin about a 100
Stay ready mob steady cash flowin' in abundance
Penthouse suits, practice safe when I creep
I come up off the chains, rings and anything with value plus keys
I take them all, Rolex, in the crew, Bentley
With regional funds to chat with young guns
What's the worst that could happen on a day like this?
When the lid don't get pulled, and my heat could miss the clappin'
You put your trust in me, I put my trust in you
With any problems, shoot the curb and together we'll shoot 'em up
(Shoot 'em up)
Together we'll shoot 'em up
(Bang, bang)
You put your trust in me, I put my trust in you
With any problems, shoot the curb and together we'll shoot 'em up
(Shoot 'em up)
Together we'll shoot 'em up
(Bang, bang)
Now watch how I come through, battle gear all blue
Twist you on site, tuck yo' chain when I fall through
Nigga, put yo hands up and lay on the floor
Keep cops say it once, ain't gon' say it no more
'Bout the cream, jewels, and you know I take the plastic
Mottorola 2-way, Nextel Plassid
Blueprint executed, suited and booted
Coniyac and Chan-Loc ready to aim and then shoot it
Keep the hiest thugged out, duck taped and handcuffed
Casualities drugged out, then stash the mask up
Ready to knock a plug out on niggas that ain't willin'
Mixin' anything' moving straight Eastside' fellin'
Snatching everything from the Ro Range to the chump change
Angels came to bang straight changing the game
Ready to flippin' that gum when it's insufficient funds
Bring the pain, it's a Dogg Pound thang, shook one
You put your trust in me, I put my trust in you
With any problems, shoot the curb and together we'll shoot 'em up
(Shoot 'em up)
Together we'll shoot 'em up
(Bang, bang)
You put your trust in me, I put my trust in you
With any problems, shoot the curb and together we'll shoot 'em up
(Shoot 'em up)
Together we'll shoot 'em up
(Bang, bang)
Ohh, this is a stick up, baby
We want cha'll hands in the air, and your back on the wall
We wanted all y'all, Doggy's Angels with Snoopy Dogg
What's the worst thing that could happen?
Coniyac, click' clack 'em
First things first, a P6 meal
Then Chan-Loc and Soda mass heat in the peel
We gon dump on our way out to hit the highway
Save the rich, it's official, we gon blessed our way out
Surveillance is heavy, so we hit the off safety
The stampede where the safe be
Alive on this, no mistakes to be made
Got night goggles, artillery, attach waist grenades
No resistance to the route, on site
First nigga to play hero, clip him don't need floss
In and out time in it, 5 minute, let's hit 'em
For med it to hit be, let's get 'em
Invade incognito, hostages and help
And they do it not block, no hits and no drills
Affirmative, mission accomplished, done deal
Operation fine, now my pockets full
You put your trust in me, I put my trust in you
With any problems, shoot the curb and together we'll shoot 'em up
(Shoot 'em up)
Together we'll shoot 'em up
(Bang, bang)
You put your trust in me, I put my trust in you
With any problems, shoot the curb and together we'll shoot 'em up
(Shoot 'em up)
Together we'll shoot 'em up
(Bang, bang)
Ummh, shoot 'em up
Yeah, ya did it again, bitch