Shoot'em Up Songtext
von Nas

Yeah
Yeah
Uh

One .44, two .45′s
Three loaded clips, four niggas roll, one nigga drives
Five hundred Benz, six reasons why this kid should die
We shooting 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 tried to run, go get him son
Make sure he's done ′fore we bail, I ain't tryna go to jail

Must handle beef, code of the street, load up the heat
If these niggas think they could fuck around
Real niggas do real things by all means
Niggas knowing 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

Ringing the bell, where in the hell, could they be at?
I'm about to leave stepping 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 ′94
Looking funny though, open up the car door, funny smile
Fuck two already, third ass was heavy
"Nas this is Sherry, Sherry 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 wondering, "In this scam, do I even stand a chance?"


He killed the hoes, took all they dough
Fire in his eyes, higher than the sky coming down the stairs
Now he wanting mine, reaching 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)