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Shootem Up
Young Buck/The City Paper
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Nigga do you
I do my own thang
Oh we can play the game shoot em up bang
Shoot em up, bang bang
Shoot em up, bang bang
Shoot em up, bang bang
Shoot em up, bang bang
I fuck with y'all the strong way
Let's show these pussy niggas that we don't play
We shoot em up, bang bang
Shoot em up, bang bang
Shoot em up, bang bang
Shoot em up, bang bang
Huey Newton, fucking Bobby Seale
Backpack full of choppers make that motherfucker till
My homie taking hits, four split and get you killed
Tell him sleep good, wrap him in his granny quilt
Call him Wayne Perry, got these niggas dodging
All my niggas banging, OG Bobby Johnson
All my niggas shooters, put that on my children
And I ain't seen a damn thing, plus I'm hard of hearing
Hundred in my drum, extended on my waist
Shoot it out for hours, call it everlasting base
Got them pussies striking, should've had them laced
Now they looking for they peoples, everybody safe
Now somebody hit, somebody call the doctor
Might as well leave them there, that nigga had a chopper
Thought we had a scope on that bitch or some binoculars
You people come and get me, alibi, I'm Red Lobster, boss
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Bang bang, you think this shit a game?
It's bottom boy, real nigga, yeah I pistol slang
Solo how I came, I'm eastside trained
We hiding bushes, see headlights and let that chopper rain
My niggas gang bang, broad day gunners
Don't want to get away, they want the town to know they done it
Send them to make it ugly, better yet to make examples
If he live, fuck that bitch, he gon' be wearing Pampers
Real nigga, I be standing on my own beach
Dope boy rich, I really ran my own street
Old head swag, revolver in my back pocket
Shoot up your homies 'til them cowards beg me to stop it
In the club I'm pistol cocking, they should've searched me
Cause I'ma put one of these haters where the earth be
Here to straighten the game, put these bitches in check
Until I die, bang bang, loyalty and respect
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Now let the king speak, nigga
Okay my city see what's going on
Standing on my own two, no one I'm leaning on
I love my life too much to leave it home
Nigga my life been on the line for
Years, if God wanted me I'd been gone
Captain of my own ship, I'm in the cockpit solo
Used to have a plane full of niggas that's not shit
Oh no, ain't never been no ho though
Always been smart enough to do it so they don't know
Fuck a drive by, we walk it up
Hit you up close with this chopper
I see all my enemies like I got binoculars
Two clips taped together, come on, it's bitch whatever
Ratchet with some reckless niggas that shoot and hit whoever
Many fourteens and forties, thirty thirties and scopes
Catch a whole family tree for a couple birdies and coke
H and N, five point seven, that's a hand gun chopper
The bullets look like missiles riding with
This rocket launcher and the top gone
But I'm not gone
I'm just in the parking lot, red dot on
Head shots gone, hundred round drum
I think it's '94, I'm running 'round gone
Nigga do you
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