Shoot It Up
D.I.E.N. Lyrics


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Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Twelve gauges bust up in ya, playa haters we be quick to pin ya
You know we know, you don't wanna roll
'Cause when we give it to ya, we're gonna bring it to ya, oh yeah
Right off the jump, ooh, now I gots to let you know
When you see me runnin' rollin' with them big shotguns,
And we deep when we creep, never sleepin'
And we droppin' them whamies on fools who wanna get dumb and numb
Now, that you know like that
These niggas come around, they don't know how to act
In fact, I'm at the track in the back
With a couple of my cats in the hood, smokin' weed and up to no good
Red Dog in the trunk, and we rollin' that
Bang or slang, now bail on over to your thugs
So me and the rest of these thugs can marinade, marinade
We straight, get high, so high,
That's how my mental, that's how my mental state is like
Parlay, parlay
Like everyday, don't think I don't pin playa hation
But ya better pinnin' yourself, or contend with the M-11,
Point .357 Automatic weapons from my shelf
These niggas wanna take my health and wealth
Check yourself, tryin' to contend, but they couldn't win
You took it to the head with a fifth of Hen
Now we in a red 500 Benz-o, we roll, roll
Drop the top, and lock the locks, cock the glock
Bout to hit this corner, livin' like a thug on the real
Who's stronger when I put it on ya, on ya, all playa haters goners

Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all
They fall, they fall buck buck, oh yeah
Niggas they get it then pissed off
And ah, and ah to fuck with the wrong motherfuckers
They fall (quick) when we buck, bitch, ooh
We got something to put you back into your truck quick
Hey, that four-four magnum, gon' handle em'
Ain't no nigga badder, point 357 put that ass on the mat
Execution, I'll be shootin' while you runnin' off at your mouth
You plot me cause you watch me, watch me, watch me
My nigga, we know what ya thinkin'
Bout, but bitch, if you run up and try me
I'm comin' up outta my shit with some shit
That be keepin' you runnin' and wonderin'
What have I got to make sure they lit him up good
And you can still find me, where (You know we no bullshit)
East 99, drug dealers and po-po, yeah that's St. Clair
Bone runnin' back to Mo', and that's Cleveland, Cleveland
You know we thuggin' and theivin', theivin'
If somebody got beef, we got millions done made
I rollin' thug records for ya, see my nigga
We comin' with nothin' to lose and bitch, if ya try me
(Any bodies) All those bloody bodies, tryin' to get outta the room
If I could just look up and see haters dyin', I'n I'n,
And flip up my mind and whenever you think I'm quiet
I get plots on the riot riot bang
That's way ya get em' man, get 'em, man, get 'em, man
Sneak up on em' and you kill em' and they won't fuck with ya no more
You havin' a party, and the weed goin' up in your body
Smokers chill, my niggas done got get me sloppy high, oh so so high.

Come on, come on, don't be shy
Let's get high

We got that herb

If you want some, want some
We got weed indeed, you need some, need some
Ah, yeah I know this just might sound crazy
But lately gotta roll with my gun
'Cause the haters they hate me
Wanna hurt that nigga, Bone, niggas somehow, someway get paid
And quit playa hatin'
That buck to the bang, everything I got, I got 'cause we rhyme
Tight rhyme, Had to thug it out, but it came in time, just in time
And if you give it to me, my thugs gon' give it you
So either way we go about this goes, somebody's head gon' get blown
Bone gon' on with your bad self, now hey, hey, hey
Blowin' up your face with your pistols
And get with that buck to the bang, bang, bang
Nigga wanna roll with Bone, it's on, cause nigga, we cool, we cool
Don't forget, playa haters get that buck to the bang
All up in that body, got him, got him
We won't be slippin', we just might be peepin' you all the time
I'm comin', I'm gunnin' and I put that on the double nine

Shoot em' up always, hate when I break you off and you loss
And make it look to floss
Let there be coffins for all of your offspring
Now let there be coffins for all of your offspring
For the police on the corner, creepin' up
Here come them soldiers pullin' up
Better watch one of them St. Clair niggas
Put it in a gutter, better off and doze ya
Really know ya shouldn't have let me jumpin' up out your shit
You runnin' with a gang of bitches for you
Ready when I'm ready to do it you
It in my thang but a buck, buck is small change
It's off in ten to say that they niggas was bullshittin'
And the Bizzy maintain, nigga this the North Coast homie
That city where the St. Clair niggas sell dope
I hear police roll deep in the set, see none of us scared
And we show that it's on, bitch, bang
You feel the pitch of my trigger finger's a bitch
I done put it down with my click, and stood on my own,
And kill flesh and I rest on the nine
I'll be fuckin' with y'all, slangin' my dogs
And em' all niggas been anxious lil' Bizzy, but it's all good
I still ball, and I know when ya roll
I'm snatchin' your souls with the Bone
We can show it, and since I'm a flow, and it's all of y'all realer
My niggas, I figured I'd let 'em all know it
Playas takin' up off the style, well, if you think I'm scared
You, dead wrong, did you think when I break you down.

Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Twelve gauges bust up in ya, playa haters we be quick to pin ya
You know we know, you don't wanna roll
'Cause when we give it to ya, we're gonna bring it to ya, oh yeah

Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Twelve gauges bust up in ya, playa haters we be quick to pin ya




You know we know, you don't wanna roll
'Cause when we give it to ya, we're gonna bring it to ya, oh yeah

Overall Meaning

D.I.E.N.'s song Shoot It Up is a gritty and violent hip-hop track that centers around gang violence, drug use, and ruthless revenge. The chorus and verses repeatedly feature the phrase "shoot 'em up" and describe the use of weapons such as twelve gauges, four-four magnums, and automatic weapons to eliminate enemies quickly and forcefully. The lyrics also suggest a connection between drug use and gang activity, with references to smoking weed and selling cocaine. The song's tone is unapologetically aggressive, with a sense of pride and bravado in the violent actions described.


The verses narrate a series of scenarios involving confrontations with rival gang members, betrayal by supposed allies, and violent retribution against enemies. The lyrics suggest a code of honor among the gang members, with a sense of loyalty and brotherhood even in the face of danger and violence. The use of violent imagery, aggressive language, and explicit descriptions of weapons and drug use are meant to convey a sense of power and intimidation to the listener.


Despite its harsh themes and imagery, Shoot It Up is also a celebration of hip-hop culture and the role of rappers as outsiders and rebels. The lyrics express a defiance of authority and mainstream culture, with a sense of pride in being part of a subculture that values loyalty, toughness, and street smarts above all else.


Line by Line Meaning

Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Repeatedly and relentlessly stand up against opposition and take action to eliminate them


Twelve gauges bust up in ya, playa haters we be quick to pin ya
Using strong force, we confront and defeat those who have envy and animosity towards us


You know we know, you don't wanna roll
We are aware of the dangers and challenges involved, and you should think twice before engaging with us


'Cause when we give it to ya, we're gonna bring it to ya, oh yeah
When we take action, we will deliver the full force and consequences upon you


Right off the jump, ooh, now I gots to let you know
From the very beginning, I must inform you


When you see me runnin' rollin' with them big shotguns
When you witness me moving and cruising with powerful firearms


And we deep when we creep, never sleepin'
We operate in large numbers, moving silently and without rest


And we droppin' them whamies on fools who wanna get dumb and numb
We are forcefully attacking and overpowering those who act foolishly and become desensitized


Now, that you know like that
Now that you have been informed about that


These niggas come around, they don't know how to act
These individuals approach, but lack proper behavior and composure


In fact, I'm at the track in the back
In reality, I am present in the location, discreetly observing


With a couple of my cats in the hood, smokin' weed and up to no good
With a few of my close friends in the neighborhood, engaging in recreational drug use and engaging in potentially unlawful activities


Red Dog in the trunk, and we rollin' that
Illegal drugs are stored in the car trunk, and we are driving while consuming them


Bang or slang, now bail on over to your thugs
We are prepared to resort to violence or engage in shady deals, now go to your associates


So me and the rest of these thugs can marinade, marinade
So that me and the other criminals can gather and plan our actions


We straight, get high, so high
We are calm and relaxed, getting intoxicated, extremely intoxicated


That's how my mental, that's how my mental state is like
That is the state of my mind, that is how my mind is functioning


Parlay, parlay
Engage in casual conversation


Like everyday, don't think I don't pin playa hation
Just like every day, don't assume I am oblivious to the envy and hostility


But ya better pinnin' yourself, or contend with the M-11
But you should focus on your own faults, or face the consequences of dealing with a powerful weapon


Point .357 Automatic weapons from my shelf
I possess a collection of powerful firearms


These niggas wanna take my health and wealth
These individuals wish to harm me and take away my well-being and prosperity


Check yourself, tryin' to contend, but they couldn't win
Examine your motives, attempting to compete, but they were not successful


You took it to the head with a fifth of Hen
You consumed a significant amount of alcohol, impairing your judgment


Now we in a red 500 Benz-o, we roll, roll
Now we are traveling in a luxurious red 500 Benz, moving forward


Drop the top, and lock the locks, cock the glock
Open the roof of the car, secure it, prepare the firearm


Bout to hit this corner, livin' like a thug on the real
About to turn this corner, living an authentic thug lifestyle


Who's stronger when I put it on ya, on ya, all playa haters goners
Demonstrating strength and dominance when confronting you, all envy-filled individuals will be eliminated


Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all
Killing, more killing, even more killing, exterminate all of them


They fall, they fall buck buck, oh yeah
They collapse, they collapse, gunfire sound effects, oh yes


Niggas they get it then pissed off
Individuals acquire wealth and become envious and angry


And ah, and ah to fuck with the wrong motherfuckers
To mess with the incorrect individuals, causing harm and danger


Now, that four-four magnum, gon' handle em'
Now, that .44 magnum will deal with them effectively


Ain't no nigga badder, point 357 put that ass on the mat
No one is more skilled or dangerous, using a .357 firearm to defeat the enemy


Execution, I'll be shootin' while you runnin' off at your mouth
Executing my plans, I will be firing shots while you continue to talk excessively


You plot me cause you watch me, watch me, watch me
You scheme against me because you constantly observe my actions


My nigga, we know what ya thinkin'
My friend, we understand what you are contemplating


Bout, but bitch, if you run up and try me
But, if you approach and provoke me


I'm comin' up outta my shit with some shit
I will emerge from my position with something dangerous


That be keepin' you runnin' and wonderin'
That will make you flee and speculate


What have I got to make sure they lit him up good
What do I possess to guarantee they shoot him with precision


And you can still find me, where (You know we no bullshit)
And you can still locate me, in the area where we engage in serious matters


East 99, drug dealers and po-po, yeah that's St. Clair
In the East 99 neighborhood, there are illegal narcotics sellers and law enforcement presence, specifically on St. Clair Avenue


Bone runnin' back to Mo', and that's Cleveland, Cleveland
Bone is returning to Missouri, and that's Cleveland, Cleveland


You know we thuggin' and theivin', theivin'
You are aware that we engage in criminal activities


If somebody got beef, we got millions done made
If anyone has a conflict with us, we have acquired vast amounts of wealth


I rollin' thug records for ya, see my nigga
I am releasing gangster-themed music for you to hear, my friend


We comin' with nothin' to lose and bitch, if ya try me
We are approaching without fear of consequences, and if you provoke me


(Any bodies) All those bloody bodies, tryin' to get outta the room
Numerous dead bodies, attempting to exit the premises


If I could just look up and see haters dyin', I'n I'n,
If only I could witness the demise of my enemies, me and me


And flip up my mind and whenever you think I'm quiet
And change my mindset, and every time you assume I am silent


I get plots on the riot riot bang
I generate plans for violent unrest, explosive sound effects


That's way ya get em' man, get 'em, man, get 'em, man
That's how you capture them, man, capture them, man, capture them, man


Sneak up on em' and you kill em' and they won't fuck with ya no more
Approach them discreetly and eliminate them, and they will cease to be a threat to you


You havin' a party, and the weed goin' up in your body
You are hosting a social gathering, and the marijuana is entering your system


Smokers chill, my niggas done got get me sloppy high, oh so so high
Marijuana users relax, my friends have provided me with an intense high, extremely high


Come on, come on, don't be shy
Encouraging someone to not hold back or hesitate


Let's get high
Let's consume drugs and experience an altered state of mind


If you want some, want some
If you desire drugs, desire drugs


We got weed indeed, you need some, need some
We possess marijuana without a doubt, if you require some, require some


Ah, yeah I know this just might sound crazy
Oh, yes, I understand that this might seem irrational


But lately gotta roll with my gun
But recently, I must carry my firearm


'Cause the haters they hate me
Because the individuals filled with envy despise me


Wanna hurt that nigga, Bone, niggas somehow, someway get paid
Desire to harm the artist, Bone, individuals find a way to make money


And quit playa hatin'
And stop expressing envy and hostility


That buck to the bang, everything I got, I got 'cause we rhyme
That powerful impact, everything I have, I have because of our talent for rapping


Tight rhyme, Had to thug it out, but it came in time, just in time
Impressive lyrics, we had to persist in our criminal lifestyle, but success eventually arrived, right on time


And if you give it to me, my thugs gon' give it you
And if you provide trouble, my criminal associates will retaliate against you


So either way we go about this goes, somebody's head gon' get blown
So regardless of the approach we take, someone will face fatal consequences


Bone gon' on with your bad self, now hey, hey, hey
Bone is going to proceed with your wicked behavior, now hey, hey, hey


Blowin' up your face with your pistols
Destroying your reputation using your own firearms


And get with that buck to the bang, bang, bang
And engage in the powerful impact, bang, bang, bang


Nigga wanna roll with Bone, it's on, cause nigga, we cool, we cool
Individual wants to associate with Bone, it's a go, because we are friends, we are friends


Don't forget, playa haters get that buck to the bang
Do not forget, those filled with envy and hostility will face the powerful impact


All up in that body, got him, got him
Fully penetrating the target's body, capturing them, capturing them


We won't be slippin', we just might be peepin' you all the time
We will not be caught off guard, we might be closely observing you at all times


I'm comin', I'm gunnin' and I put that on the double nine
I am approaching, I am armed, and I guarantee that using my weapon




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ANTHONY HENDERSON, BRYON MCCANE, CHRISTOPHER WALLACE, SEAN J. COMBS, STEVEN HOWSE, STEVEN A. JORDAN

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