[Chorus]
  Shoot shoot shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up [x4]
  Twelve gauges bust up in ya playa hatas we be quick to pin ya
  You know, we know, you don't wanna roll
  Cause then we give it to you, we're gonna bring it to you, oh yeah...
    Right off the job, ooh now I gots ta let ya know,
  When you seen betta be rollin' with tha big shot guns
  And we deep when we creep never sleepin' and we droppin'
  Dead bodies on fools who wanna get dumb enough
  Now that you know like that
  These niggaz come around they don't know how to act, in fact
  I'm at the track in tha back with a couple of my cats in the hood
  Smokin' weed and up to no good
  Red Dog in the trunk and we rollin' that bank
  Slang that bud on over yo thug
  So me and tha rest of these thugs can marinate, marinate
  We straight get high, so high
  That's how my mental, that's how my mental stay
  It's like parlay parlay like every day
  Don't think on tha pimp, playa hatin'
  But ya betta be pinnin' yo self
  I cuts in with tha M-11, 357
  Automatic weapons from my shelf.
  These niggaz wanna take my health, my wealth check yo self
  Tryin' to get in but they couldn't win
  We took it to tha head with a fifth of weed now we in a 500 Benzo we roll-roll.
  Drop tha top, lock tha locks, cock tha glock,
  'Bout ta hit this corna,
  Livin like a thugs on tha real who's stronga
  When I put on ya, all playaz gonnaz
    Murda mo murda mo murda mo murda dem all, they fall, dey fall
  Buck-buck, oh yeah
  Niggaz be gettin' they pistols finna,
  And fuck with tha real mothafuckas
  They fuck with us when we puff bitch
  Ooh because we gonna put you back up in yo trunk quick
  Hey, and 44 mag don't go and
  Tha little nigga don't know betta, 357 put that ass in a matter
  Execution, i'll be shootin' round
  "Leavin' em off on ya raw"
  Ya plot me cause you watch me
  My nigga you know you watchin me now
  When bitch niggaz run up and try me
  I'm flippin up outta my shit with some shit to be keepin' you wonderin' redrum bye-bye
  And fo sure we lit em up good
  And you can still find me where
  You know East 99, drug dealers and po-po and St. Clair
  Going back to the mo
  And it's Cleveland Cleveland
  You know we thuggin' and thievin' thievin'
  There's somebody who got beef, we got millions to make
  A whole notha record
  For you see my niggaz we comin' with nothin to lose
  And bitch if you try me anybody mine plus
  Bloody bodies trying to get out of tha room
  If I could just look up and see ya dyin' iyin, iyin and flippin' my mind
  Whereever you dig em quiet
  The get past on tha ride right bang
  That's tha way you get a man, get a man
  Sneak up on him and you kill him
  And he won't fuck with you no more.
  You havin a party
  With that weed goin up in ya body
  Smokers chill
  My niggaz they got me sloppy
  High oh so so high
    Come on come on don't be shy let's get high
  We got tha herb, if you want some, want some
  We got weed indeed you need some, need some
  Oh yeah
  I know this just might sound crazy, but lately
  Gotta roll wit' my gun
  Cause tha hatas they hate me
  When they heard that nigga bone
  Niggaz somehow someway get paid
  Even if they hate that buck to tha bang
  Good thing I got a gat cause we rhyme tight rhymes
  Had to thug out but it came in time
  Just two times
  And if you give it to me
  My thugs gon' give it to you
  So people pull back its cool
  Somebody's head gon' get blown
  Bone, doin ya best on that
  Hey, hey, hey
  Go and fix with yo pistols and get with that buck to tha bang, bang, bang
  Nigga wanna roll with bone it's on
  But nigga we cool, we cool
  Don't forget playa hataz gettin'
  That buck to tha bang
  All up in tha body, got 'em got 'em
  We won't be slippin' we might just be peepin' you all tha time
  I'm comin' I'm gunnin'
  And put that on tha dolla man...
    Shoot 'em up always, St. Clair breakin' you off and, you lossin', betta look to falsin', that'll be coffins for all of ya offspring
  Well that'll be coffins for all of ya offspring
  For tha police on the corna'
  Creepin up because tha soldiers
  Well they betta be watchin' on of them St. Clair niggaz
  Puttin' it together to grab the doja
  Well I know ya, see now you jumpin' about yo shit you
  Ready with a gang of bitches for you
  Ready and willing to do it to you, be my thang,
  That buck, buck to smoke jane
  See some of these niggaz say that nigga was bullshit
  With that Bizzy maintain
  Well it be that north coast homie
  That city where tha St. Clair niggaz sell dope on it
  Police want to search you for nothin' but that skunk
  So it's on bitch bang
  Feel it bitch cause my trigga' fingaz a bitch
  Ho I be puttin em down with my click
  I stood em all, and still play
  And rest my nine up when I'm fuckin with y'all
  Slangin my dogs to dem all
  Niggaz mention little Bizzy, but it's all good
  I still ball, and I'm knowin' you knowin no snatching no souls no nigga be showin'
  Cause as I'm flowin already gave my niggas a fifth and we lit in a doorway here
  Clair, stickin' up tha sto'
  What did you think i'm scared
  There you are
  What did you think i'd bring you down...
    Chorus [x4]