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 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 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