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Shoot 'em Up
Mac Dre
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Yeah! Yeah
Now, now, what's up with it?
My nigga Pretty Black (What it up?)
J Diggs (What it up?)
My nigga Suge, what up?
Arrrra!
Let's get down, let's get down
Beijing, lead off!
I said four-five, four-four, Uzi, Calico
Mine shoot radical, dismantle those
Who want it with me? I move swiftly
Shoot 'em up with fifty, bullets blow by like the air was windy
They don't wanna see me, I open up everything under his beanie
I'm leaning, TV screaming
No stash box, my Glock, I got that semi
Will reaming, I'm gon' leave him
Get out of line and I'm gon' bleed him (Yeah)
I'm evil, I don't care and I'll get down business anywhere
You want beef with Black? Pack it up
I see you in the club, grab the forty, hawk it up
They call me the young prince of the streets
And everywhere I go, I stay strapped with my heat
So if you come testing him, talking, running
Your mouth, bringing your threats to him
I will lay you down on the spot, get popped
Or get pistol-whipped with the Glock
Yeah, Black is crazy with the sig
Bitches choosing us 'cause I'm fucking with J Diggs
.23'S on the tribe, flat screens where I live
They run up in my house and get clapped if they live
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Shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up
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Shoot 'em up
Well hello, yo, I rock chop style, holla beast
Swear I'm the god of the streets, I rep that D
On Mark Ave to ABE, 'round here it's the buck one fee
The murder block, I blur the top, go about business
Beat a nigga up like Triscuit
Bitches get to the point where I ain't concerned
I bet you feel the tops and they burn, I'm like that
I snipe that, I miss, I'm right back
Blah-blah-blah-blah, when chop style, bet your life flat (Yeah)
Right where you at, I strike and attack
You see me, we ain't coming back
I'm a shooter, booter, coochie recruiter
Cooner, tuned to old school like Boomer
Can't see the smile when I tote my Luger
.42 Faker, you're drunk, I fooled ya
Who's ya? Don't really matter
My mini Mac cracker go rat-a-tat-tatter
Rap pack ya, smack ya, red lash, I'll lap ya
And I'll do it moving, pussy boy, I'll pass ya
Back up, homeboy, I don't really know ya
All that tough talking, nigga, I'll show ya
Close ya, now I'm high key when I'm speaking
You need to be over, over, better call the deacon
Shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up
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Shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, like arrrra, whoa
The boy J Diggs, he out of control
Nothing less than the four on me
Shot two niggas in the chest 'cause they told on me
For the record, I'll buck you, homie
So what you need not do is don't fuck with me, homie
'Cause I'm a shooter, four-five ruler
Never cross the boss, I'll show you how I do it
Shoot 'em up, I'll hit you in the back, man
Get you all messy like the Click Clack gang
It's danger out here, better tuck and roll
It's Romper Room, boy, and I'll touch your soul
Shoot 'em up!
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