Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nas
Nas
Performer
Havoc
Havoc
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nasir Jones
Nasir Jones
Composer
Havoc
Havoc
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nas
Nas
Executive Producer
Havoc
Havoc
Producer
Tone
Tone
Mixing Engineer
James Bonzai Caruso
James Bonzai Caruso
Mixing Engineer
Tony Gillis
Tony Gillis
Mastering Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Jason Goldstein
Jason Goldstein
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
One forty-four
Two forty-fives
Three loaded clips, four **** roll
One **** 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 **** 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
Two **** hit, one **** fell
One tried to run
Go get him son
Make sure he's done
'Fore we bail I ain't trying to go to jail
Must handle beef
Code of the streets
Load up the heat
If these **** think they can fuck around
Real **** do things
By all means
**** knowing how we get down it goes
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
Driving through the 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
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 '94, 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, head 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 other's 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
Empty out close range
[Verse 4]
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
Written by: K. Muchita p/k/a Havoc, Kejuan Muchita, Nasir Jones
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