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Nas
One 44, two 45's
3 loaded clips, 4 roll, one nigg* drives
500 Benz, 6 reasons why
This kid should die
We shootin every motherfker outside
Pulled on his block, jumped out the car, guns in our hand
At the same time everybody ran
There that nigg* go, hiding in the crowd
Let the trigger blow, 7 shots now he lying on the ground
Blood on the floor
Then we shot some more
he was with
2 hit, one nigg* fell
One tryed to run, go get him son
Make sure he's done before we bail, i aint trying to goto jail
Must handle beef, code of the street
Load up the heat, if these nigg* think they could fk around
Real do real things
By all means, knowin how we get down.. It goes......
Chorus (4X)
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what..
(whispering)
Kill kill kill, murder murder murder
Nas
Driving through the roads, Suburban Chevrolet
6 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 fk is that?
Could it be a jack?
Now pull my strap, it's my man
And we have the same plan
There them girls go
Civic '94, looking funny though
Open up the car door, funny smile
fk 2 already, 3rd as* was heavy
"Nas this is Sherri, Sherri this is Nas, and his man. Ready?"
Walked in the house, sn*tched 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 s**t, emptied out close range...
Chorus (4X)
(3rd time there is no whispering of:
"kill kill kill, murder murder muder.)
