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 n**s 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' w**d 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 n**s 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, c**k 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

N**s they get it then pissed off

And ah, and ah to f**k with the wrong motherfuckers

They fall (quick) when we buck, b**h, ooh

We got something to put you back into your truck quick

Hey, that four-four magnum, gon' handle em'

Ain't no n**a 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 n**a, we know what ya thinkin'

Bout, but b**h, if you run up and try me

I'm comin' up outta my s**t with some s**t

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'