Shoot to Kill

Lyrics

[Chorus] Shoot 'em up Shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot 'em up Shoot a-shoot a motherfucker in a minute Shoot 'em-shoot 'em-shoot 'em up Shoot 'em-shoot 'em-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 Defendin' 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 carryin' I'm launchin' MC's like a catapult, with strength like incredible Hulk Leavin' niggas 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 'em so they won't fall I'm just like a hitman, Tommy for hire Wanna fight if you got a curl, I'm bringin' 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 shit And when I load all my guns you feel just like a dick So carry your shit, 'cause I'm a gangster, pimp and player I never keep one shell I stack my shit up in layers Just beware, 'cause I don't care about your welfare You niggas know the deal Tommy Wright III shoots to kill [Chorus] Shoot 'em up Shoot 'em-shoot 'em-shoot 'em up Shoot a-shoot a motherfucker in a minute Shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot 'em up Shoot 'em-shoot 'em-shoot 'em up Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, yeah, I was gunnin' [Verse 2] H is for homicide, and A is attack So get the fuck back, nigga, run in the house and look out the crack of the window When I'm shootin' I want somebody to die I hate wastin' bullets when everyone's still alive Kill a nigga for anything, do I say that is the way I was brought up to beat tricks up makin' them wish they was locked up Under a jail cell 'cause it's just hell tryna' fuck with a nigga from Memphis I hate to hear bullshit because all that shit is bull The only job I got is keepin' the cemetery full I walk down the street niggas 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 for last Don't ever try to battle me because I fight dirty When I was five I was whoopin' up niggas in their thirties Niggas 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 robbin' niggas because I'm broke a lot There are so many holes in a nigga you think he had polka dot No use of beggin' 'cause I get loose without sympathy Find and tryin' to kill niggas 'til my shells are 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 [Chorus] Shoot 'em up Shoot 'em-shoot 'em-shoot 'em up Shoot a-shoot a motherfucker in a minute Shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot 'em up Shoot 'em-shoot 'em-shoot 'em up Boom, boom, boom, boom, yeah, I was gunnin' [Verse 3] Sendin' 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 niggas 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 midst of this combat Goin' 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 Firin' my tracks, 'cause I was send to earth by the devil Makin' it known that a tone's in my possession Teachin' a lesson, with a blessin' from this Smith & Wesson Leavin' the scene of the crime like I ain't did shit But niggas in the hood know I have some' to do with it Killin' your nephew, your daddy, your mammy How you gon' fuck with a nigga that's labeled a vigilante, mane? Every gun I got is a simple correct And when I shoots to kill you know I'm shootin' directly at anyone I'm chewin' motherfuckers like Now and Laters And when I fight, I'm throwin' nothin' but haymakers Smackin' you right down 'cause I'm stickin' it to 'em And when I throw a punch at a nigga it feel like it's going trough him I hate to make bullet wounds I love to make bullet holes You niggas know the deal, Tommy Wright III shoots to kill [Chorus] Shoot 'em up Shoot 'em-shoot 'em-shoot 'em up Shoot a-shoot a motherfucker in a minute