Текст песни Shoot 'em Up

Yeah, yeah, uh, one 44, two 45's
Three loaded clips, four niggas roll, one nigga drives
500 Benz, six 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, seven shots, now he lying on the ground

Blood on the floor
Then we shot some more
Niggas, he was with
Two niggas hit, one nigga fell

One tryed to run, go get him, son
Make sure he's done before we bail, I ain't trying to go to 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?
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what?
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder

Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what?
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what?
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder

Driving through roads, Suburban Chevrolet
Six 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 hellNas - Shoot 'em Up - http://ru.motolyrics.com/nas/shoot-em-up-lyrics.html
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 ninety-four, looking funny though
Open up the car door, funny smile

Fuck two already, third 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, took his shit, emptied out close range

Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what?
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what?
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder

Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what?
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what?
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder