Shoot to Kill lyrics

[Hook]
Shoot ´em up
Shoot ´em up
Shoot a motherf*cker in a minute
Shoot ´em up
Shoot ´em up
Boom boom boom boom yeah I was gunnin´

[Verse 1]
I´m the last of MC´s because they're are none left
I never loose in a battle cause I fight until the last breath
Defending my turf with a gun so don´t talk crap
You get slapped ´cause I never run when it´s time to scrap
Step into shoot outs with a gun on my hip
As I blast like a rocket
Keepin´clips in my back pocket
So rent a U-HAUL
So dead bodies could be hauled off
Where suckers get broke can´t cope or manage the damage of the sawed off
So put on your black mask and gloves before you ride
´Cause it´s gon´ be hell if you can be identified
´Cause I´m like a warrior, fight like a barbarian
A UZI and TEC 9, just what I´m carrying
I´m launching MC´s like a catapult
With strength like incredible Hulk
Leaving n*ggas dead without a pulse
I cut off heads, freeze ´em and hang ´em up on the wall
To show that I want to brawl and nail them so they won´t fall
I´m just like a hitman
Tommy for hire
Wanna fight if you got a curl I´m bringing my lighter
Don´t complain just get rushed to the med
I hate to see blood but I love to see bloodshed
I´m violent as hell when it comes to this type of sh*t
And when I load all my guns you feel just like a di*k
So carry and sh*t ’cause I´m a gangster, pimp and player
I never keep one shell I stack my sh*t up in layers
Just beware 'cause I don´t care about your welfare
You n*ggas know the deal Tommy Wright the 3rd Shoots To Kill
[Hook]
Shoot ´em up
Shoot ´em up
Shoot a motherf*cker in a minute
Shoot ´em up
Shoot ´em up
Boom boom boom boom yeah I was gunnin´

[Verse 2]
H is for homicide
And A is attack
So get the f*ck back
Run in the house and look out the crack of the window
When I´m shooting I want somebody to die
I hate wastin´ bullets when everyone´s still alive
Kill a n*gga for anything do I say that is the way
I was brought up to beat tricks up making them wish they was locked up
Under a jail cell ´cause it´s just hell tryna´ buck with a n*gga from Memphis
I hate to hear bullsh*t because all that sh*t is bull
The only job I got is keeping the cemetery full
I walk down the street n*ggas think I´m a crip
´Cause my clothes are red from the blood of my victims
I don´t kick butt player, I kick ass
Compared to my speed your punch is slow as my last
Don´t ever try to battle me because I fight dirty
When I was five I was whoopin´up n*ggas in their thirties
n*ggas with quick temples, yo, they don´t scare me at all
You say your nerves are bad get a blast from this cannonball
I have to keep robbing n*ggas because I´m broke a lot
There are so many holes in a n*gga you think he had polka dot
No use of begging ´cause I get loose without sympathy
Find and tryin´ to kill n*ggas to my shells
I empty, pullin´out clips, hollow tips then I size him
Blow his ass of so bad, his own momma don´t recognize him
If you really want mercy get on your knees and kneel
Or ready aim fire
Because I shoots to kill
[Hook]
Shoot ´em up
Shoot ´em up
Shoot a motherf*cker in a minute
Shoot ´em up
Shoot ´em up
Boom boom boom boom yeah I was gunnin´

[Verse 3]
Sending tricks to the med with a broke leg or two
If I ain´t got my pistol I´ll bust your head with a bottle of brew
One of my n*ggas would click your face up like axes
When I´m through with you it´s guarantied you need a autopsy
You can have any weapon even a stun gun jack
Ain´t no runnin´ while I´m gunnin´ in the mist of this combat
Going round for round it don´t matter how many pounds you weigh
Ain´t no escape when I slay and begin to spray
Comin´ from the streets of hell, yeah the other level
Firing my tracks because I was send to earth by the devil
Makin´ it known that a tone´s in my possession
Teaching a lesson, with a blessing from this Smith and Wesson
Leaving the scene of the crime like I ain´t did sh*t
But n*ggas in the hood know I have some´ to do with it
Killing your nephew, your daddy, your mammy
How you gon' f*ck with a n*gga that’s labeled a vigilante mane
Every gun I got is a simple correct
And when I shoots to kill you know I´m shooting directly at anyone
I'm chewing motherf*ckers like Now and Laters
And when I fight I´m throwing nothing but haymakers
Smacking you right down ´cause I´m sticking it to ´em
And when I throw a punch at a n*gga it feel like it´s going trough him
I hate to make bullet wounds I love to make bullet holes
You n*ggas know the deal Tommy Wright the 3rd Shoots To Kill
[Hook]
Shoot ´em up
Shoot ´em up
Shoot a motherf*cker in a minute
Shoot ´em up
Shoot ´em up
Boom boom boom boom yeah I was gunnin´